Draco\'s Insignia

Draco’s Insignia~ Part ten

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please.

Rating: R (for this part)

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, and lemon. This fic is for entertainment purposes only.

Pairings: Draco/Harry

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does. I have read book 5, and I love it!!

Quick notes: I will try being canon from here on. I won’t edit my previous chapters until later. So, something from book 5 might be mentioned, might not- depending on what my ideas are.

Sorry for the long wait! My muse wasn’t working with me and real life was really being a pain. Hopefully you all understand. I had about six pages of this first written, and then my mind blanked. It happens.

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Harry owled Dumbledore, asking if he could stay over at the Weasleys early. He hoped the answer was yes, but Harry had a gut feeling that he had to go back there. The Dursleys were a lot safer for both Harry and Draco.

Percy stayed holed up in his room since breakfast, and the twins were chatting away with Draco about something. Harry was too afraid to guess what. Ron was sitting next to him on the couch, showing him one of Fred and George’s latest inventions. It was quiet for longer than Harry had thought, but then Draco streaked past them and headed upstairs. Harry felt dread well up inside of him, having a feeling he knew that Draco was going to do something to Percy.

Strangely enough, Harry really didn’t care. Percy really was too much of a stick-in-the-mud. Harry was just about to stand up and go see what Draco was doing as the blond marched back downstairs, gave Harry a wink, and made himself back into the kitchen.

There was a sudden scream, and the door upstairs burst open. Percy ran down and went straight for the kitchen. Harry and Ron’s eyes widened in shock. Percy was now completely bald.

“You two have gone way too far!!” Harry heard Percy shriek, “I’m telling Mother, and you two…”

“It wasn’t us!” said Fred indignantly.

“We swear!” George said.

“THEN WHO WAS IT??” There was a short pause, and then he suddenly bellowed, “RONALD!!”

Ron sat up straighter, eyes wide from getting accused of such things. “It wasn’t me!” He shouted from the living room. Percy stormed in, glaring daggers at his little brother.

It was very hard for Harry or Ron to not laugh. Percy looked weird with no hair.

“It WAS you!” Percy snarled.

“No, it wasn’t!” Ron said.

“Then why are you laughing??”

“Because it’s funny, you big git!” Ron shouted.

“YOU- YOU--!” Before Percy could finish his sentence, Draco walked in, trying to control his giggles. Percy turned his head at the blond and glared at him. “You shut up, Malfoy! I don’t want any of your stupid comments about this!”

Draco had a very satisfied look on his face, “I see that this product of your brothers’ works very well. I may just buy myself a box of the Hair Vanishing Powder. Maybe three.”

Percy’s eyes narrowed, his face turned red with intense anger. “IT WAS YOU!!” He pulled out his wand, “I WILL HEX YOU SO BADLY THAT YOU’LL-“

“Now, now, now, what’s with all this shouting??” Mrs. Weasley came in. “Percy, dear, wha… oh my!” she went into total shock at the sight of Percy’s bald head. “Oh… my…” she repeated, trying not to smile. “P-Percy, dear… what happened?”

“THIS SLYTHERIN SCUMBAG USED ONE OF FRED AND GEORGE’S JOKES AND MADE ME GO BALD, THAT’S WHAT!”

“Oh, come now, Weasley,” Draco grinned, “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about cutting your hair? I just saved you a few Sickles by ridding your hair myself.”

“I WILL KILL YOU, MALFOY!!” Percy advanced on him.

But Harry stood up and got in front of Percy, wand out. As Percy announced a spell, Harry shouted, “Protego!” He shielded Draco from the Percy’s Stupefy. “You are not touching my boyfriend,” Harry warned with a snarl. “I understand what he did wasn’t nice, but that doesn’t mean you can hit him with the Stunning spell. Let me talk to him.”

Percy sniffed the air as if he were trying to offend Harry’s odor.

“I swear, Potter, if you don’t keep him under control, I will go to the Ministry of Magic about this, and Fudge will take him out from under your wing and put him where he belongs.”

Harry glared, “And just where would that be?”

“Azkaban, of course.” Percy sneered. “Death is too good for him,” then he rounded on Draco, who was getting hot in the face, “Your parents were lucky to have died instead of getting captured, again. They would have been tortured for information in such unspeakable ways while staying alive… and then they’d be maimed little by little…”

“SHUT UP!!” Draco snarled, brandishing his wand. “You have no right to talk about my parents like that!!”

“They were scum.” Percy said, “They deserved the worse punishments imaginable.”

“That’s enough, Percy.” Mrs. Weasley said, in slight shock at Percy’s attitude. “Why don’t you come into the kitchen for a bit of…”

“That’s ok, mother,” Percy said, slowly putting his wand away. “I’m leaving anyways. It’s obvious I’m not wanted around here.”

“Good.” Harry heard Fred say, “It’s about damn time.”

“Good riddance,” George said.

“Boys!” Mrs. Weasley gasped.

Percy walked straight up to his room to get his things.

They never saw him leave. They all figured he Apparated.

~**~

“Sorry, but we should go.” Harry said to Ron, the twins, Ginny, and the Weasley parents. “I haven’t heard from Dumbledore yet, but if I do, I’ll give you guys a ring, ok?”

“Take care, Harry dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, and then hugged him.

“I will,” Harry smiled, “I’ll be back for my birthday.”

“See you, Harry.” Fred said.

“Yes, see you,” said George.

“Keep a good tight hold on Malfoy’s leash.” Fred winked.

Draco went red.

Harry blushed. “I don’t… I don’t have a leash… I…”

“We were kidding,” George said.

“We were?” Fred asked, blinking in astonishment.

Harry snickered. Ron turned to him and gave him a brotherly hug, “See you later, Harry. I’ll be waiting by the phone for your call. I hope Dumbledore lets you come over sooner.”

“Even if Malfoy’s with me?” Harry grinned.

Ron eyed Draco for a bit and then shrugged. “Well, as long as he swears to behave, and that you two don’t… you know…”

Harry and Draco looked at each other and smirked.

“We’ll come to that bridge when we cross it,” said Draco.

~*~

They shortly arrived at Privet Drive again, and Harry’s aunt and uncle weren’t too pleased with it. They thought that Harry and Draco were gone for good. Dudley, however, seemed a bit happy to see Draco again. When Dudley got too close, Draco brandished his wand. Dudley whimpered and hid behind his mother.

“I thought you left,” said Harry’s uncle as he eyed him with loathing, “I thought you went to stay with those… with that other family.”

“We had to come back, as much as I hated to, because it’s not our time to go over there yet. In about a week, for my birthday, is when we’ll leave.”

“Not soon enough,” Vernon grumbled under his breath, and then walked into the living room. Aunt Petunia went into the kitchen, probably to wash dishes, and Dudley stood there naively, rocking slightly on his heels.

“You have something to say, Muggle?” Draco sneered slightly.

Dudley jumped slightly and tried to keep eye contact with Draco, but was doing a terrible job of it. “I just… I…” then he turned his gaze directly at Harry, smiling slightly, “I just wanted to say… thank you.” this started Harry and he stared at his cousin dumbfoundingly.

“For… for what?” he asked.

“For letting me stay in your room while Aunt Marge was here,” said Dudley, “thank you… cousin.”

Harry, for all that it was worth, couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. Never, in a million years, did Harry think that Dudley would thank him for anything, let alone acknowledge him as his cousin. So he couldn’t help saying back, “You’re welcome . . . cousin.”

Dudley smiled.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Draco rolled his eyes, “come on, beloved. Let’s go.” He grabbed Harry’s sleeve and pulled him toward the stairs.

“Something wrong, dear?” Harry said.

“Yes,” said Draco, “It’s getting too sappy between you two, and I’m stopping it before it makes me puke.”

“I thought you didn’t mind sap.”

“Only when it’s between me and you,” said Draco tersely.

Harry halted him at the threshold of their bedroom, and he stared at Draco with a glint in his eyes. “You’re jealous.”

Draco sniffed, “Jealous? Jealous of that ugly brute? Of your cousin? Why would I be jealous of HIM? I’m disgusted, really.”

“I don’t mean it in that way,” Harry said as they walked into their shared room, “I meant that you didn’t like how sappy we seemed, in a very platonic way, and it made you jealous. I don’t understand why, but…”

“I’M NOT JEALOUS!” Draco roared, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. “I just don’t think it’s right that … he has no right to start in on … he is…”

“Getting to like me? What’s wrong with that?”

“Potter,” Draco warned, eyes going wild and chest heaving, “he is to NEVER behave in that manner with you, in front of me, and I don’t…”

“Calm down, Draco!” Harry said, closing the distance between them to rub at his shoulders, and then he stated slowly, “he is my cousin. He’s blood relation… it’s not like he’s trying to take me away from you… or split us apart. Why are you acting like such a territorial dog all of a sudden?”

“Because… because,” Draco moved forward and placed his arms over Harry’s shoulders, hugging Harry’s neck and bringing him closer to his face, “because, you are mine to be sappy with, and no one else’s!”

“Dra…” before Harry could finish his sentence, he suddenly found his lips occupied by Draco’s. Harry hummed in Draco’s mouth as he blindly moved his left hand over to shut the door. It closed with a soft click, and then another as Harry locked it.

It was getting late; the sunset was beaming orange and yellows through the cracks of the curtains, and the stars above were beginning to twinkle as dusk slowly came. Harry pulled Draco toward his bed – their bed – by the front of Draco’s robes, and was kissing him all the while like a starving man who had finally found a morsel.

As it slowly got darker, and their kisses became more urgent, their Draconis Marks glowed softly but intensely. In the heat of the kisses and the touching, neither one noticed them. It ended up with Harry sprawled on top of Draco, latching Draco’s wrists up above his head, straddling his abdomen. They still haven’t noticed the way their Marks were acting.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry whispered. The light through the curtains was dimming drastically, and the stars and moonlight was just starting to pour out and hit the top of Draco’s golden head of hair.

Draco smiled a bit as he blushed, “So are you, Harry… but I prefer it if you think me handsome.”

“You are,” said Harry, brushing his lips against Draco’s chin softly, “but the way the light is hitting your hair is making you so angel-like…”

“I think you’ve completely lost it.”

“No, I haven’t.” Harry moved his lips up to Draco’s and kissed him soundly, “but, just in case you’re right, and that I have completely lost it, I will say that it is your fault for making me lose it.”

“Figures,” said Draco between a kiss, “you can’t take the blame yourself for going nutters. You just have to blame me… the one you love,” he pouted slightly.

“Aww, Draco…” Harry kisses him again, “You make me nutters in a good way. Can’t I go nutters over you?”

An answer to Harry’s question was Draco spreading his legs. “Have at it, Romeo.”

Harry grinned, “Okay… Juliet.”

“Hey!”

Harry chuckled as he kissed Draco again and again. The feel of Draco’s body under his was heady, and the sweet breath of Draco’s mingling with his was sending him into overdrive. He stripped off Draco’s shirt, and Draco just lay there, keeping his arms up over his head. The sun was completely down, and the moon was lighting the sky and spilling through their room.

Draco was bare-chested, as well as bare-footed, but he wasn’t cold. Harry warmed his chest up considerably with every kiss planted there. Draco arc into him as he wrapped his lips around a nipple. Draco had the urge to thread his fingers through that unruly mop of hair, but he kept them above his head, feeling completely wanton and needy.

The room got darker, but Harry and Draco didn’t seem to notice at all. Their pupils stayed narrow and their Draconis Marks continued to glow softly. The light didn’t seem too different to Harry’s perspective. He slowly started to realize that he could still see Draco easily, even though it was almost pitch black, the moon hiding behind a cloud.

“Draco?” Harry panted in between kisses, “Is it just me, or are we able to see better in the dark?”

His boyfriend tilted his head back and forth, looking around the room in some amazement. “You know, I think you’re right. I can see your quill on your desk from here… and some of what you wrote on that parchment,” Draco peered.

Harry could only think of one thing that would do that to them. He lifted his wrist and sure enough, his Mark was glowing a soft red. “Our Marks…” Harry muttered as he stared at his and then Draco’s, “they’re glowing.”

“So they are,” said Draco, looking at his own, “Who would have guessed that this would happen?”

“Well,” Harry sat up on his hunches, still straddling Draco’s middle, “So far, the Draconis Marks have given us powers that dragons would have.”

“Feeling pain if we argue is a power that dragons have?” Draco asked with a raised brow.

“I don’t know, but it seems like some kind of mind or soul link,” Harry said, “and I’ve noticed that I heal faster.”

Draco got up on his elbows, “what do you mean?”

Harry showed Draco the burn that he gotten earlier. There was nothing there except for a small red mark. “I would be blistering badly by now, normally. But somehow, I’m healing rather quickly.”

Draco took hold of Harry’s arm and studied the spot where his burn was. He blinked a few times before replying: “You’re right. And we can also see better in the dark!” he admiringly ogled his own Mark, “this is too bloody brilliant.”

“Isn’t it?” Harry smiled. “Now… where were we?” he leaned forward so that their noses touched each other.

“You were snogging the life out of me… and grinding that beautiful body into mine.”

“So I was,” Harry said solemnly, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. He brought his face lower, meeting Draco’s lips with his. The moonlight returned, bathing Draco’s bare chest and face. Harry was in such awe, he almost forgot to breathe.

~**~

Petunia was in the kitchen, chopping up some celery for a stew she was making. Harry came in, pajama top unbuttoned and drawstrings on his pajama bottoms untied. He noticed almost right away there were a few things wrong. First off, there was no Dudley at the table licking his lips and looking like he was a starving puppy. There was also no sign of his uncle Vernon. Not that he cared to know where he was.

As Harry sat down at the counter, Petunia gave him a wary look. This was possibly the first time that Harry made any kind of presence around her. Usually he would be in his room, making as little noise as possible, or off doing something else – not sitting at the kitchen counter looking like he had something of interest on his mind to say to her. She resumed cutting up the celery, not wanting to have any kind of conversation with her abnormal nephew.

Harry, however, had a different idea. He cleared his throat, but it didn’t get Petunia to look back up at him.

“Sorry about Aunt Marge,” Harry said off-handedly. She stopped chopping for a few seconds, but then resumed, thinking that if she ignored Harry, he’d go away. “You do know that I hate her more than Uncle Vernon, right?”

Without looking up, Petunia said, “I’m kind of busy right now, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“I see that you’re making dinner,” Harry said. He studied his aunt for a while more before pressing on, “I was wondering if you… well, I heard Dudley say something about the store earlier…”

“Vernon is in the middle of changing the oil in our mini van right now, but then we’ll be leaving to get some groceries.” She still didn’t look at him, and it was driving (no pun intended) Harry nuts.

“Oh. All right,” Harry laid his chin over his folded arms on the counter and watched his aunt begin to chop some potatoes. “Um, you wouldn’t by chance, want some help, would you?”

“No,” she said firmly, and quickly. “Just go upstairs and be with… with him.”

“Ah,” Harry said with a smirk, “I see that you hate him more than me.”

Petunia slammed her knife on the cutting board, “What did you expect when he showed up here? He’s… he’s more…” she seemed to be having troubles describing her feelings about Draco.

“He’s more wizard than me, is what you mean.”

She finally fixed a glare at him, “How many times must I tell you NOT to say that word?”

“Yet Draco says it almost all the time, and you don’t tell him to shut up.”

Petunia was so red in the face it looked like her head was about to explode. “Don’t take that tone with me,” she huffed, “you’re not seventeen yet, and I’m still your aunt…”

“So you don’t deny it?”

She was rather taken back by Harry’s words. “Don’t deny what?” she seethed.

“That I’m your nephew.” Harry said simply.

There was a foreboding pause. She looked as if she were having difficulty breathing. Finally, she went back to dicing potatoes, not making eye contact.

“The blood bond protects all of us, doesn’t it?” Harry suddenly said. He’d been meaning to talk to his aunt about this for a while now, “That’s why you agreed to take me in. It’s because that way Uncle Vernon and Dudley are safe from Voldemort too.”

She paused slightly in her cutting, but then resumed. Harry watched his aunt’s facial expressions, glad to see that she was looking something other than hateful. He plodded onward. “You do know that I can’t help being the way I am, right? I’d change it in a heartbeat, if I could. I don’t like being me, but I’m rather stuck with it, aren’t I?”

“Where’s your… friend?” she said suddenly, seemingly trying to change the subject. It seemed that she couldn’t will herself to call Draco his boyfriend.

“He’s upstairs taking a nap.” Harry said easily, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Either she missed the look on Harry’s face, or chose to ignore it.

“Anyway,” Harry said, “I was going to ask you if you wouldn’t mind if I came with when you went shopping.”

“No,” Petunia said tersely, “you’re staying here.”

“I won’t cause trouble…”

“No,” she said more firmly.

“I promise to behave. I have better control of my…” she shot him a dirty look, “… temper… now.” He corrected himself. He was going to say ‘magic powers’.

“No, and it’s my final word. You’re to stay in the house at all times.”

“Why?” Harry pressed.

“Because,” Petunia said, trailing off a bit. There was a pause as she contemplated her next words, “because you’re not allowed outside, that’s why.”

Harry’s mind reeled. He could easily read between the lines.

“Dumbledore’s orders? The headmaster of my school, I mean.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead she turned around to set a pot filled with cubed potatoes into the sink and ran some water in it. Harry was about to take her silence as a yes, but then she spoke.

“Yeah…” she trailed off again for a bit, “something like that.”

There was a pregnant pause.

Suddenly, Harry’s face split into a wide grin. “You DO care about me!”

“Shush.” Petunia said, not turning around.

“You don’t really hate me as much as you pretend to!”

“Harry…”

“You… you don’t want me to die! You care about me!”

She turned back around quickly, “I said shush, Harry!”

“And you said my name!”

“Upstairs.” She said, pointed toward the kitchen door.

“You actually care for your own nephew!” Harry said, still grinning.

“I SAID GET UPSTAIRS!” Petunia’s face didn’t show as much anger as the sound of her voice did, almost like she was fighting a smile, “Now!”

Harry saluted, still smiling, and did as he was told.

~**~

When Harry entered his bedroom, he immediately went over to the sleeping lump on the bed.

Draco laid there, covers half stewed around the bed, with one arm up above his head and the other resting on his stomach. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, right next to Draco, and brought a hand up to take a piece of hair out of Draco’s eyes. The blonde’s nose wrinkled at the touch, and then he sighed in his sleep. Harry smiled brightly, wondering if Draco were dreaming right now, and if he was, what he was dreaming.

“Strange how I fell for you so suddenly,” Harry whispered. He trailed a finger down Draco’s face, making Draco twitch and whimper slightly. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to Draco’s sleeping ones. Draco whimpered softly again, and then moved an arm up as if he knew Harry was right there above him. Harry wouldn’t have doubted that somehow Draco did know.

“This Mark you gave me,” Harry said, still whispering, “you gave it to me because you care… because you loved me. You wouldn’t do this for just anyone, would you?”

Draco muttered something under his breath, still very much asleep. Harry found it so endearing that it made him smile.

“You’re too cute,” Harry murmured. He leaned forward again and kissed Draco’s forehead.

Just as Harry thought about snuggling next to Draco to take a nap too, the phone downstairs rang. Harry held his breath, wondering if it were Ron or one of the other Weasleys calling.

Moments later, there was a knock on his door. Harry got up to answer it, expecting his aunt to tell him that his friend Ron was on the phone. When he opened the door and saw Petunia, she was looking more confused than upset. Harry was about to ask what was wrong, but she spoke first.

“You have a phone call… it’s some girl by the name of Herm—Hermione?”

~TBC~
I wanted to make this chapter smuttier before I posted this here, but then I decided to just post it anyway since this story is NC17 (or Hard R) overall.