Lufian Simle
Lufian Simle
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Note: My first
DM/HP fic. Please tell me what you think. It’s something of an AU and WIP. Not
beta-ed yet, I’m not even sure it’s finished yet.
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Harry
sighed happily and gently stroked the beloved hands that went around his waist.
Draco squeezed him and nuzzled his neck, all without opening his eyes.
The two of
themlonglong with Hermione and Viktor – were having a picnic under a great oak
tree that stood on the grounds in Godric’s Hollow. Draco was leaning against
the tree and Harry was positioned between his legs and leaning against the
Slytherin’s chest. They were in a half-sitting-half-lying pose, with Draco’s
arms around Harry and Harry sketching something in the never-ending sketchbook
Hermione had given him for his 15th birthday.
He looked
over to the other couple. Hermione was sitting on a blanket and was quietly
reading to Viktor who had his head in her lap, and now and then she would feed
him a grape. Who’d have thought that Hermione Granger would fall for the world
famous Seeker Viktor Krum, and actually marry him before the last year of
school was out? Not Harry, that’s for sure. Then, of course, there were a lot
of things that had happened that no one could have predicted.
“What are
you thinking of, love?” the arms around him tightened and brought him even
closer to Draco if that was possible.
“Everything
that happened ‘till now.” Harry replied, picked up the sketchbook and turned to
the first page. It showed the Dursleys and Harry playing cards. It was more
cartoon-y, something of a Disney-style, bury wry well drawn. “I think that was
the weirdest summer ever.”
“How so?”
Draco asked.
“The
Dursleys were actually nice to me.”
The blonde
Slytherin scoffed. “I’ll have to pay a visit soon to these Dursleys.” He leaned
his head on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry
turned and kissed his cheek. “Calm down Draco, they haven’t treated me badly.”
“Says the
boy who lived ten years in a cupboard under the stairs, ate nothing but scraps
and had to go around in bits of old elephant skin. No wonder you’re so small.”
He expertly ducked Harry’s playful swipe.
“Just
remember that the most dangerous poisons often come in the smallest packages.”
The Gryffindor sulked.
“That’s
what you said to Nott right before you gave him the trashing of a lifetime,
no?” the grey eyes twinkled merrily at the memory.
“Well, the
guy did deserve it,” Harry countered. “First he made fun of my height,
then my looks, my friends, my grades, my family, and at then end of that he asked
me out! Can you believe the nerve of that bastard?”
“So that’s
what ticked you off, I’d been wondering about that.” The amusement in his
lovers voice made the Gryffindor pout, sticking his lower lip out and turning
away from Draco in mock-hurt. Draco rolled his eyes fondly and started to
tickle the smaller boy, who yelped in surprise before laughing and trying to
get out of the Slytherin’s arms. Draco kept on going until tears ran down
Harry’s cheeks then stopped for a minute to allow Harry to get his breath back,
before starting up again. “Give?”
“Ne- neve-”
Draco tickled him even more. “A- alright! I g- give!” Draco smirked and kissed
his already breathless boyfriend. “I hate it when you do that.” Harry mumbled
and leaned back onto Draco’s chest. The Slytherin just smirked even more.
“Really you
two.” Both looked up at Hermione at the same time, lifted the same eyebrow and
put a questioning look on their face. The young woman sighed but smiled fondly.
“You’re completely impossible.” Viktor chuckled and from his position winked at
the two twenty-year-old males.
“But you
love us.” Harry replied, grinning from ear to ear. “And lets not even get onto
the subject of your and Viktor’s relationship.”
“Now I know
you’ve spent too much time with Malfoy, you even sound like him!”
“And that’s
a bad thing?” Draco asked nonchalantly while playing with the golden ring on
Harry’s ring-finger. “Personally I wouldn’t mind having a copy of me around.
Then he could go to work and all that, while I would be doing wicked things to
Harry at home.” He licked a trail down the Gryffindor’s neck fophasphasis.
Harry
whimpered, Hermione blushed and Viktor chuckled. The Bulgarian Seeker sat up
and easily lifted his wife onto his lap and promptly licked her neck
after pushing the hair out of the way. The girl shrieked in surprise while the
other three chuckled – or, as with Draco, smirked in amusement.
“Oh, shut
up!” Hermione grumbled fighting hard to keesmilsmile off her face. However, a
second later her husband had her occupied with a thorough and passionate
“You know,
that’s not a bad i” Dr” Draco said and nodded towards the smooching couple. “Up
for some?” he asked.
Harry
smiled; this was one of the things he loved most about Draco, he always, or
most of the time, asked Harry if he was up to this or that. Other people Harry
knew had as trs tried to control him. He scowled as one particular person came
to mind. Draco saw this and at once began to massage that smaller man’s
shoulders, just the way Harry had taught him. Soon Harry relaxed into the touch
and leaned against Draco again. His mind went back to the end of the summer
before their seventh and last year at Hogwarts.
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Harry
entered the Leaky Cauldron with Sirius and Remus. Harry and Sirius were
laughing, while Remus was chuckling quietly. Sirius had been freed when
Dumbledore had managed to catccertcertain Peter Pettigrew right after Harry had
blasted Voldemort to the seventh hell that same summer. The Dark Lord’s reign
had been one of the shortest in history, not that anyone had time to celebrate
that fact. There were still Death Eaters running around, and they were wrecking
more havoc on the Wizarding World than Voort ort ever had. However, Ministries
of Magic around the world had joined their forces and were cooperating about
capturing the Death Eaters and any other Dark wizards or witches they might
come across.
The trio
went straight through the pub and into the backyard. Remus took out his wand
and tapped the right bricks. Soon enough the entrance to Diagon Alley was open
to them and they were run over by a bushy-haired, squealing young witch.
“Harry!
Remus! Sirius!” Hermione said while she hugged them. “It’s wonderfu see see you
guys again! How’ve you been?”
“We’re fine
Herm.” Harry replied. “You look radiating.” He added. “What’s the big news?”
The girl
blushed. “Well, first of all I am Head Girl this year.”
“Not
surprising.” Sirius commented.
“And
second,” she took a deep breath and showed them her hand. A thin golden ring
with a single, small ruby as the only decoration occupied her ring-finger. “I
got engaged!” she squealed again. Harry stared at the ring for a second then
laughed and squealed right along with her.
“That’s
wonderful Herm! I assume Viktor’s here as well?” Remus asked and watched Harry
and Hermione fret over the ring.
“Oh, that’s
right! He’s waiting for us at Florean Fortescue’s so come on!” she grabbed hold
of Harry’s arm and pulled him along.
Harry
smiled as he spotted the Bulgarian Seeker. Viktor Krum had invited Hermione to
Bulgaria in the summer after their fourth year, but her parents hadn’t allowed
her to go. Instead they had invited Viktor to visit them, and he did.
After that summer he and Hermione had been going steady for two years. It was
needless to say that Hermione was envied by thousands of hopeful girls all over
the world.
The broad-shouldered
man stood up and greeted them when they arrived, then sat down again and pulled
Hermione onto his lap. The newest Head Girl blushed furiously, but leaned into
her lover.
“How have
you all been?” Viktor asked. The Bulgarian accent was almost gone. Spending two
years and three summers with Hermione and her folks would do that to you.
“Couldn’t
have been better if you take away the Death Eater-factor.” Sirius grinned.
“Anyone up for ice?”
“Vanilla.”
Harry piped up at once.
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Said Remus.
I’ll be back in a minute.” The Animagus stood up and disappeared into the back
of the parlour.
Hermione tells me you’re quite the artist,” Viktor began. “May I see some of
your drawings?” Harry shrugged and took up the sketchbook which he always
carried around with him these days. “These are really good! If you still like
to draw by the end of the year, I think I can get you a job.”
Harry asked eagerly. Beside Quidditch, drawing was his passion and he wouldn’t
mind having it as a job.
someone who draws covers for Muggle fantasy novels, perhaps as a cartoonist.
I’ll have to check it out first.”
you could do that?”
Being popular has it’s advantages. I’ve a couple of acquaintances here and
there, and I’ll see if they can’t hook you up.”
great!” the Gryffindor exclaimed.
smiled. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
hoooooooooome!!!!” Sirius crowed and put down the tray with ice-creams.
“Vanilla for Harry. Chocolate for Remus. Strawberry for you two lovebirds. And
a big, big one for me with Bertie Botts Every Flavour!” he announced this with
great flourish and handed them their respective ice-creams.
Harry savoured the taste as long as possible on his tongue, but soon had to
hurry up as the ice-cream started to melt in the frying sun. “Oi!” he glared
nearly cross-eyed at the ice-cream which had ended up on the tip of his nose.
“How I manage to do that is beyond me.” He muttered as he picked up a napkin
and wiped it off.
know how you do it, but I do know that it’s cute!” Hermione giggled. “If
you ever went out on a date you should use that trick. That’d definitely make
the guy fall for you even more, or melt if it were a Hufflepuff. What?” she
asked after noticing the way Harry was looking at her.
giving me dating tips?” she nodded. “Why in heavens name would I need them?”
don’t exactly have that much experience.”
Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff.”
you were too shy to do anything but just sit there and talk about school stuff.
Not even a kiss.”
also last year.”
and you were terrified. I had to practically drag you to breakfast the next
day.”
Veroux at the end of last year. Hah! Beat that one!”
to take over your life, tried to order you around and tried to grope you all
the time. In the end you hexed him into the next ice age. Need I say more?”
to sense a pattern in the men I date.” Harry mumbled his head resting in his
hands.
patted him comfortingly. “There, there Harry. You’ll find someone this year, I
promise you that, or else I’ll put you up for a blind date with a couple of guys
I know. Bikers all of ‘em, but really big softies once you get past the tattoos
and the bondage-thingy. Nothing to worry about.”
four stared at Sirius as if he had grown another head.
dead!” Harry groaned.
we need to do is find you a nice young man.” Hermione said in her business
tone. “Gay or bi, preferably with some sexual experience, rich, handsome, smart
and with no weird… fantasies.” She glared at the Animagus.
could we please change the subject? I really don’t like the way this is
heading.”
about Seamus? I mean he’ll do anything that walks, and he’s your friend, and-”
Viktor quickly put a hand over his fiancées mouth and smiled apologetically at
a very embarrassed Harry.
Harry, but you know how she gets.” Hermoine glared im aim and Viktor winced.
Yep, he was sleeping on the couch tonight.
idea. You guys sit here and discuss whatever fantasies you want, and I’ll go
get my school stuff. Sounds alright? Great!” Harry bolted from the table before
anyone had time to reply. Damn, those people were sick! Bikers and bondage?!
Eeeeewwww!!!! Harry shuddered and entered Flourish and Blotts. Gods, how was he
supposed to survive his last year at school with Hermione trying to set him up?
He could just see the headlines now. ‘Defeater of Voldemort Embarrassed to
Death’ or ‘Line up for a Date with Harry Potter’.
muttering to himself while he picked up all the books he was going to need for
this year, and then some. He was on his way to the front to pay for the books
when he walked straight into a couple of young men. His books went falling to
the floor, and Harry wouldn’t have been far behind hadn’t it been for the
strong hand that grabbed his wrist and held him up.
sorry.” The Gryffindor began and bowed down to pick up his books. “I wasn’t
look-” he looked up and gaped. “Malfoy?!”
Slytherin blinked. “Potter?”
warily and took in the other’s appearance. Tall, well muscled, strong
shoulders, lean, short silver-blond hair hanging around his face; pale skin,
and the same piercing storm-grey eyes. Still, there was something different
about Malfoy. Harry turned to the other boy. Lewis Nott, if he remembered
correctly. Almost as tall as Malfoy, more bulky, and… drooling. Harry shook his
head and picked up the last book, before he pushed past the two Slytherins.
me.” He muttered. He could feel Malfoy’s eyes on him while he paid for the
books and all the way until he left the shop. This day really couldn’t get any
worse.
shop Draco and Nott were still staring the way the Gryffindor had disappeared.
Potter has changed.” Draco said, he looked over at his companion. Nott’s mouth
hung open and he was drooling, a faraway look in his eyes. Draco rolled his
eyes and closed the open mouth with two fingers, but he had to admit that
Potter was looking good. Black hair that reached his shoulder-blades pulled
back in a ponytail, wide impossibly green eyes behind the new golden-rimmed
glasses, full lips; lean body, but clearly not much physical strength, elegant
hands with long fingers, long legs and honey coloured skin. He was four inches
shorter than Draco who was 6’3”. Potter was a walking fantasy. And it looked
like Nogreegreed, though Draco highly doubted that drooling on the object of
your affection was the right way to win said persons heart.
smirked. He was definitelepineping an eye at Potter this year.
“And don’t
forget to owl us!” Sirius yelled as the Hogwarts express pulled out of the
station.
“Of course
we won’t! Bye!” Harry waved to his godfather and Remus until they rounded a
bend and the station couldn’t be seen anymore. He sighed and sat down in his
seat. Hermione and Viktor were sitting opposite him, while Ginny Weasley was
sitting beside him. Luckily she had gotten over her crush on him somewhere in
her fifth year and had cast her eyes upon Colin Creevey instead.
“So, how
was your summer?” Hermione asked the redhead.
“Um, pretty
quiet actually. Fred and George are too involved with their store to do much
pranking, Percy and father are working the skin off their backs trying to
figure out where the rest of the Death Eaters are. Mum’s still sad after what
happened with Ron. I just cannot believe that he would do something like that!”
Harry put a
comforting hand on her shoulder. Ron had joined the Death Eaters at the end of
fifth year and no one had heard from him since. No one could figure out why he
went over to the Dark Side, but the Weasley family still loved him with all
their hearts. Harry had a feeling that Ron was trying to prove himself to the
world and that he had done it out of jealousy.
“What about
Bill and Charlie?” Viktor asked to lighten up the mood. He was going to be the
ta ove over as Flying instructor. Madame Hooch had decided that she wanted a
year-long holiday, and Dumbledore had asked the Bulgarian Seeker to step in. He
had also mentioned something about asking another friend to help Viktor with the
classes.
“Oh, that’s
right! Bill and Fleur are having a baby, it’s due around Christmas!” Ginny
squealed.
“Really?!
That’s wonderful!” Hermione jumped up and hugged the smaller girl. “You’ll be
an aunt soon!”
After these
news neither Harry nor Viktor could get the girls attention as they chatted
about babies and other girly stuff. The two males smiled in amusement and Harry
moved over to Viktor’s side of the compartment. He took out his sketchbook and
started to draw the two girls. Viktor watched him for a while, but then decided
to take a stroll around the train and track down the food cart.
Harry,
Hermione and Ginny looked up when Viktor came running back in. The Seeker was
completely out of breath.
“Calm down,
sit down and tell us about it.” Hermione ordered.
“Mal…
Malfoy’s…”
“Yes,
Malfoy’s what?”
“H… Head
Boy!”
“WHAT?!”
“Yes, I
heard him in one of the other compartments. He’s coming this way looking for
the Head Girl. There’s supposed to be a meeting in the Prefect’s compartment.”
“I have to
work with that prick?!”
“We’re sooooo
dead!”
“Bye, bye
House points, hello detentions for the rest of the year.” Harry groaned.
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wouldn’t say that.” Malfoy’s voice came from the door. The four people in the
compartment looked up and glared at the smirking, blonde Slytherin. “Not unless
you piss me off, so you better be nice this year Potter.” Then he turned to
Hermione. “Come along Granger, there’s a meeting in the Prefect compartment.”
“Why is
there a meeting? Going to talk about your beauty-sleep?”
“Funny, but
no. Dumbledore wanted to give us some special announcements.”
“Dumbledore’s
here?”
“Yes,
Weas he he is.” Malfoy turned and stalked out. Harry looked at Hermoine and
she nodded before following the tall boy out and closing the door after her.
She would tell them what all this was about when she got back.
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Harry took
up his sketchbook again and began to draw. At first it looked like a balloon
with a smaller balloon hanging off one end, but by the time Hermione came back
it had turned into a dragon (A/N: the kind of dragon from Dragonheart).
Harry was just beginning on it’s tail when the Head Girl stormed into the
compartment and closed the door after her. She looked torn between being angry
or worried.
“What’s up
love?” Viktor asked and pulled her onto his lap.
“Malf
an
an arse, that’s for sure.”
“What did
Dumbledore want?” Harry looked up from the drawing.
Hermione
sighed. “He wants us – Head Girl/Boy and the Prefects – to figure out something
to keep the younger years happy. You know, something like a ball. He’s
employing Fred and George as well. Said we needed to have fun and forget the
Death Eaters running around, at least for a while.” She looked pleadingly at
Harry, Ginny and Viktor. “Please help me with this!”
“Of course
we’ll help!” Ginny said. “This is supposed to be secret, right?” Hermione
agreed. “Right, some of my Ravenclaws friends will be able to help us. They’re
trustworthy. And even some from Hufflepuff. And of course some other
Gryffindors.”
“And don’t
forget Dobby and the other House Elves.” Harry added. “See, won won’t be as
difficult as you thought.”
“Yes, well,
there’s one catch.”
“And that
is?”
we come up with must be sanctioned by the Head Boy.”
“What
Malfoy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Harry said. “We’ll just tell the teachers
he approved it. No, in f we’ we’ll go straight to Dumbledore once we come up
with something. Then we can skip Malfoy altogether.”
“Harry,
allow me to say that you’re brilliant!” Ginny hugged him. “And what’s more,
Malfoy will be completely pissed off about this!”
“How about
we hold weekly meetings in the room under the griffin statue on the sixth
floor?” Viktor suggested.
“Yeah, and
you can choose the password as well and ne bne but the chosen ones – excuse the
corny name – can get in!” Ginny was literally jumping up and down in
excitement. “I’m off to see who’s willing to help us. I’ll be back before we
reach Hogwarts!” with that she was out the door like a shot.
“Did any of
you give her Hyperactive Hares while I was gone?” Hermione asked and looked at
both Harry and Viktor.
“The food
cart hasn’t even been here yet,” Harry pointed out. “How could we give her
Hares if we don’t have them? Besides, you know as well as I that Ginny always
gets like this when there’s a project to be done.”
Hermione
still looked a bit suspicious so Viktor kissed her. One kiss led to another and
in the end it was a full snog. Harry rolled his eyes fondly, picked up his
sketchbook and pencils and left the compartment. He walked to the end of the
train and sat down at the very end of the last wagon and looked out through the
doors. He intended to finish the dragon-drawing beforey rey reached Hogwarts.
“Clip, clip
here and clip, clip there; manicure the lions claws; that’s the way we do the
things; in the wonderful land of Oz.” He hummed. He didn’t know the exact
words, but they were c eno enough. The Dursleys had borrowed the movie The
Wizard of Oz at Sirius’ insistence. The Animagus, it turned out, was a
great fan of said move and wanted his Godson to watch it as well. The rest of
the summer Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, Harry and Remus had tried to
avoid Sirius as he was always singing a song from the move horribly
off-key.
Harry was
startled out of his concentration when a hand suddenly yanked the sketchbook
out of his hands and lap.
“What the
hell!?!” he looked around and found Malfoy standing there and looking through
the book. “Malfoy, give me back my book!”
“In a
moment Potter,” he continued leafing through it.
“Not in a
moment, now!” Harry tried to grab it, but the Slytherin held it up and
out of Harry’s reach. “Give. It. Back!”ry dry desperately tried to get a hold
of it, but it was too high.
Draco
smirked. “Sucks to be short, doesn’t it Potter?” he liked having Harry this
close to him. The Gryffindor was currently trying to pull down his arm. “Now,
now Potter, I just wanted to look through it.”
“Ever heard
of manners, Malfoy? You could’ve asked first. Now give it back!”
“Would you
have allowed me to see it if I asked?”
“Depends on
how you asked.” Harry was standing on tiptoes. Just a few more centimetres!
“Then may I
be allowed to look through it?”
“No.”
“You’re no
fun Potter,” the Slytherin smirked. “But have it your way.” He handed the book
back to Harry but didn’t leave. “What was that song you were humming? Land of
Oz or something?”
“It’s from
a Muggle movie.” Harry replied and sat back down in the chair. “Now beat it.”
“No, I
think I’ll stay here. Such a lovely view and all.” Draco looked at Harry when
he said this, but the Gryffindor was oblivious to this as he had gone back to
drawing. However, he did snort and muttered something about stupid slithering
Slytherin snakes.
“Is there
something you want Malfoy?” Harry asked after a while.
“Yes
actually, there is. Dumbledore wants to start up the Duelling Club again, and
he wants me to run it. I can’t do it alone with all the new responsibility I
have as Head Boy and with the NEWT’s as well. So I’m asking you to… help… me as
co-instructor.”
“The two of
us? Work together?”
“Dumbledore
suggested a temporary truce between us.”
“Why me?”
“Potter,
are you really that dense? You’re the one who hexed the Dark Lord to the
seventh hell. Need I say more?” the Slytherin offered his hand. “So, what’s it
going be?”
Harry
looked at the hand then at the other boy’s face. It was emotionless. Malfoy was
right. Even if he wasn’t physically strong, he was a very powerful wizard – and
he was one of the best duellers in the school, even Snape had admitted that.
Harry
pondered the proposition for another while, then sighed. “I know I’m going to
regret this.” He muttered and took Malfoy’s hand. The hand was warm, bigger
than his and strong. Harry guessed that Malfoy must’ve had some training in the
martial arts.
“You know
where the Head Boy’s common room is?” Draco asked still holding Harry’s hand in
his. Harry nodded. “Good. Come at Saturday after lunch, and we’ll see what we
can come up with.” Still he didn’t let go of Harry’s hand.
The
Gryffindor nodded and slowly extracted his hand from Malfoy’s strong grip.
“I’ll be there.” The Slytherin nodded as well.
Draco
opened his mouth to say something when a shout from down the corridor made them
both jump. “Harry!”
Harry looked
towards the sound and found Oliver Wood running towards him. “Oliver?! What are
you doing here?”
“I’m going
to teach Flying lessons with Krum.” The broad-shouldered ex-Gryffindor looked
Harry up and down and Draco felt a fierce jealousy well up in him. “You’ve
grown Harry, in more than one way!”
Harry
blushed. “Um, thanks, I guess. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Oliver
grinned and turned to Draco. “And who’re you?”
“Draco
Malfoy.”
“Malfoy?!”
“The very
same.” Draco smirked at Wood’s surprised expression. He and the former
Gryffindor were about the same height. Then he turned to the green-eyed beauty
beside them. “I’ll see you soon enough, Potter, and don’t forget our meeting on
Saturday.” He nodded to Harry, glared at Wood and left.
Oliver glared
after the retreating Slytherin then he turned back to Harry and slung an arm
around his shoulders. “So, what have you been up to since I left, hmm?”
Harry
laughed and started to tell his old Quidditch captain of their adventures.
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lasslass=MsoNormal>“Hmmm, yes,
I remember those days.” Draco muttered into Harry’s hair.
“Do you
remember what happened next?”
“Except
school and the Duelling club?”