Harry Potter and the Eyes of the Dragon

Chapter X: No Longer Enemies

It was a quiet and ordinary evening in Privet Drive. The sun was beginning to set behind the large, square houses and the clean cars were all parked in their respective driveways. There was absolutely no one outside walking, no kids playing on the equal-high lawns. It almost looked like a ghost town, only its ghosts had won the neatness award year after year. How could the people that were inside their houses watching TV ever imagine two teenagers were about to take their peaceful monotony and throw it in the garbage can?
‘So, this is where you live?’, Draco asked, still a little bit shocked after they had landed.
‘Yes, creepy, isn’t it?’, Harry answered as he leaded the blonde to the number four.
He peaked through the window in a way his Aunt Petunia would have been proud of and saw his Uncle Vernon and causing Dudley sitting on their bright new sofa watching TV. So he did drop off, Harry thought to himself remembering the daily yelling between Vernon and Dudley about his education. Harry also noticed Dudley was wearing a blue jacket that read Grunnings on the left.
‘Do you want me to open up for you?’, Draco asked pointing at the lock with his wand.
‘For the sake of their mental health, which they lack already, I think we should use the bell.’
Harry rang and heard Vernon and Dudley yell ‘Petunia!’ and ‘Mum!’ at the same time, followed by his aunt’s short steps.
‘Who is it?’, she asked.
‘It’s Harry…’
‘What?!’, she opened the door quickly, but not in a very welcoming way.
‘Harry? What are you doing here? Who’s this?’, she asked.
‘He’s… a friend. Can we come in?’, Harry asked timidly.
‘Well, you better do before anyone sees you’, she answered and closed the door behind them.
By then, Vernon and Dudley had stopped watching TV and were standing next to Petunia.
‘Draco, these are the Dursleys. Dursleys, Draco.’
‘Hello’, Draco greeted, avoiding the three intimidating looks the Dursleys were giving him.
‘I imagine his one of your kind, is he?’, Uncle Vernon said. ‘Aren’t you s’pposed to be at that freaks-place you call a school?’
‘Yes, but it’s a really long story. Look, I was just wandering if we could spend the night here…’
‘Are you insane? D-do you think this is your house to come and go whenever you like? You should consider yourself lucky for letting you stay here in the summer. And having the nerve to bring someone along with you!’ Vernon’s cheeks were shading red and the vein on his neck was beginning to throb.
‘It’s just for one night and then you’ll never ever see me around here again.’
Harry knew his uncle a little too well. He saw how his little mind worked around what he had just said. On one side, he hated giving Harry a satisfaction, but on the other side, he would never have to see that little freak again.
‘Alright’, he finally agreed. ‘But he’s staying in your room. There is no way I’m letting him fill my new sofa with that disease you carry along.’
‘OK, then. Thanks.’
‘And I don’t want anything funny going on. Am I clear?’
‘Of course.’
Draco followed Harry out of the room, but they stopped when Petunia said ‘Dinner will be ready in five minutes. If you want to eat, join us and give us a proper explanation.’
Harry nodded and they went upstairs to Harry’s bedroom.
‘Not very popular in here, aren’t you?’, Draco asked repressing a laugh.
‘Was it that evident?’
‘Oh, and you causing…’
‘Dudley.’
‘Right. Why was he grabbing his buttocks?’

***

That night, after Harry vaguely explained what had happened, the Dursleys had gone upstairs to sleep.
‘I think I can duplicate the mattress to put on the floor…’, Harry thought scratching his neck with his wand.
‘Harry, aren’t you forgetting something?’
‘Er… I don’t think so…’
‘Your wounds’, Draco told him.
‘What about them?’
‘Don’t you want me to heal them?’, he drawled.
‘Oh… I didn’t think about that. I’ll just use the Sanitas spell.’
‘The Sanitas spell… ha! Very useful for a knee scratch’, he chuckled. ‘Do you have any idea how deep your wounds are?’
‘Then, what do you suggest?’
Draco opened his suitcase and took the little bottle he had taken from his room.
‘This is what I use on me. Do you have any cotton?’
‘Let me check.’
Harry went to the bathroom and came back with a big white ball of cotton in his hand. He found Draco sitting with his legs crossed on his bed. He hesitated but then sat in front of him unbuttoning his school shirt.
‘How bad is it?’, Harry asked after seeing Draco’s revolted expression.
‘Bad… this is going to stain a bit’, he said as he wetted the cotton with the potion.
Harry closed his eyes tightly and repressed a whimper when the potion touched his chest. Draco blew softly on it and the pain subsided. This repeated itself for about two minutes or so, before Harry noticed there were no wounds where Draco was blowing.
‘What are you doing?’, he asked intrigued.
‘I’m trying to freak you out’, he grinned.
‘Can I ask why?’
‘You should know by now that freaking you out is my idea of fun’, he answered and kept on blowing on his sides.
‘Yeah, right. Like you could get me to freak out’, he laughed nervously.
Draco looked up into his eyes and Harry cursed to himself. He knew he had just made a huge mistake. Draco crawled around him, blowing all around his waist… and slowly up his spine. Harry clenched his bedcover.
‘What’s the thing with Malfoys and torture?’, Harry asked.
‘We love it’, he said in his ear. ‘What’s wrong, Harry? Are you freaking out already?’
Draco ran a single finger around his still sensitive chest.
‘Fuck you, Draco…’, Harry whispered as he dropped his head on the other boys shoulder. He laughed.
‘You’re liking this, aren’t you?’, Draco asked and blew on his neck. ‘Is that why the Dark Lord took me from the crowd?’
‘Draco… please…’
Draco, who was Harry’s only support now, moved aside making him fall on his back and instantaneously moved on top.
‘Please, what?’, he whispered only an inch away from his face.
Harry kissed him and pulled away. He was afraid to see repulsion on the blonde’s face, afraid it had all been just to mess with his head, but that was before Malfoy kissed him back. A rush of different feelings travelled through his body, but he knew he wanted this too much. He wasn’t a very experienced wizard when it came to intimacy. Some snogging here and there with Cho and Parvati (only once, and he was drunk), but that was it. His mind had never been such a blur like now, with Draco kissing his neck and leaving an invisible trace where his fingers went by… downwards. He bit his lip.
‘Draco…’, he moaned. ‘Stop.’
He looked up at him puzzled.
‘W-what…?’
‘I’m sorry, but… I can’t do this. Not now and obviously not here.’
‘Why not?’
‘It’s too soon, OK? I don’t know about you, but I need to take my time with some sort of things’, Harry told him.
‘Alright… but what do you plan to do about this’, he said pressing their two very awake little brothers together, and grinned at Harry’s shocked reaction.
‘They’ll… go away… somehow’, he chuckled embarrassedly.
‘Are you sure?’, Draco asked on his neck.
Harry tried to say yes, but couldn’t. He could practically feel Draco’s smirk on his neck when he didn’t respond, right before biting his earlobe. Harry lost all remaining control over himself and pinned the other boy to the bed. Draco moaned in surprise and excitement when he felt Harry sucking his neck.
‘Oh, Harry… yes!’ Draco arched his back giving Harry full access to slip his hand under his shirt.
They kissed passionately, only stopping to take some air, playing with tongues and teeth; feeding from every cry of pleasure the other let out. Draco flipped him onto his back again and licked his new scars. Harry twitched, but didn’t fight him. He licked his stomach, but this time he didn’t stop him. He wanted this, that was for sure.
Draco unzipped Harry’s trousers and pulled them off. He looked right into Harry’s emerald green eyes and, without breaking the eye contact, he run only one finger up his leg. Harry’s breathing fastened when he got to his thigh, going slowly up and down. He replaced the finger with his tongue and Harry gasped. Draco took Harry’s boxers off and placed his mouth above his fully hard cock, and his warm, wet breath alone drove Harry insane.
‘Draco, please…’, he begged again, and a loud moan escaped his throat when he felt his lips sucking slightly on the head.
Draco’s tongue teased Harry’s erection, drawing circles around the head. He wasn’t sure what was more simulating: the sounds of pleasure Harry was making or his body language. He started massaging his balls and stroking the sensitive skin between them and his anus. Harry couldn’t take it anymore and yelled, ‘Fuck me, Draco!’
The blonde stopped the licking and looked at him a little shocked. Then, he nodded, took off his remaining clothing and put Harry’s legs on his shoulders. He pressed slightly against Harry’s anus as though waiting for confirmation and thrust against Harry’s arse.
Harry had never felt such a splitting pain that was, at the same time, so gloriously pleasuring. He felt Draco’s hand on his cock again, stoking him with the same rhythm he pushed himself in him, and moments later they both came.
Harry slumped on the bed trying to catch his breath, with his legs still on Draco’s shoulders. Draco released himself from Harry and lie down on top of him, kissing him on the lips.
‘So, what now?’, Draco asked to Harry’s collarbone.
‘To say the truth, I’m awfully tired…’, Harry yawned. ‘Besides… we still have a long journey to go through tomorrow…’
‘OK. Let’s just sleep, then’, Draco said highly disappointed and turned into snake.
‘Why did you…?’, Harry asked in parsel.
‘There’ss not enough sspace for the both of uss’, he hissed.
‘Oh, no, no… turn back’
‘Why?’
‘Becausse, knowing you, you’ll do ssomething.’
‘Like what?’, Draco hissed and Harry thought he had just seen him lift and eyebrow.
‘I don’t know, but I already admitted I’m gay, I don’t want to find out I’m into zoophilia too.’

***

The morning after Harry and Draco were woken up by some yelling downstairs and opened their eyes to find themselves naked, facing the other on Harry’s bed.
‘Morning’, Harry smiled, too tired to speak more than two syllables.
Draco kissed him and immediately pulled away. ‘Brush your teeth.’
‘That little…!’, came Vernon’s loud voice from outside. He started knocking on the door enraged. ‘Open that damn door!’
Harry got up, got dressed and opened.
‘How dare you…’, Vernon said pulling Harry’s hair.
‘What? Let me go!’, he screamed.
‘Is this how you repay me, you little ungrateful bastard?! I raise you, I let you stay at my home with my family, I feed you, and this is what I get from you? This house has thin walls, buddy, and my son heard what you were up to last night!’
Harry swallowed and cursed himself for not using a silencing spell.
‘What do you have to say in your defence? Eh?!’
‘Well, at least we didn’t do any magic.’
‘I want you both out of this house RIGHT NOW!’
‘Gladly!’, Harry said as Vernon walked out. ‘Get your stuff, Draco. We’re leaving.’
‘Can you explain to me why did we come here in the first place?’, Draco asked putting on the clean clothes he had in the suitcase.
‘It was closer than the other place I had in mind. I never thought it would be such a disaster’, he said. ‘I wish I had a bag of feathers to glue on that stupid Dudley.’
Draco stared at him intrigued.
‘I saw it on a cartoon once. I thought it would be hilarious’, he laughed.
‘Harry, you’re a wizard. You don’t need to actually have feathers’, he said handing him one of the brooms. ‘So, where will we go now?’
‘My godfather’s old place. Ready to go?’
They went downstairs and found the three Dursleys by the front door.
‘So… goodbye’, Harry said. No one answered. Vernon and Petunia turned away.
Harry opened the door and heard Dudley mutter ‘Faggot…’
‘Plumium Crecio!’, Harry spoke, and all over Dudley’s body little feathers started to grow. He screamed and ran inside.
‘Now, that’s thinking like a wizard’, Draco laughed when they left house. ‘Shouldn’t you tell them the effect wears off in ten minutes?’
‘Nah’, Harry laughed and they took off on their brooms.
They flew as high as they could for over an hour. On their way Harry told Draco to memorize the address, which was Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and explained to him that if he wanted to get in, he had to think about the address when they arrived. They landed between Number Thirteen and Eleven, and when Draco repeated to himself the address, the old Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix grew in the middle of them, moving them aside. They walked up the stone steps and Harry tapped on the door with his wand. They heard the clatter of a chain and the black door creaked open. Harry told Draco to be quiet and they walked in, closing the door behind them. Harry lit one of the old-fashioned gas lamps illuminating the dark hallway.
‘Now, when we enter the hall keep your mouth shut. Understood?’, Harry whispered.
The first thing Draco saw when they got to the hall was a pair of long, moth-eaten curtains, which seemed pretty harmless. He didn’t get why Harry looked so nervous, but he couldn’t help wanting to take advantage of it and have fun on his expense. He pulled slightly from Harry’s sleeve to get his attention and kissed him.
‘Not. Here’, he mouthed, but Draco insisted and pushed Harry against a wall.
The noise itself wasn’t really that loud, but it was enough for Sirius’ mother to wake up. Harry saw how the curtains flew open and thought to himself, well, too bad.
‘Filth! Scum! How dare you contaminate this house with your dirtiness!’, the woman in the portrait yelled, waking up the other portraits as well.
‘Ignore them’, Harry told Draco, who was already hard and pressing his erection against Harry’s thigh.
‘You make me sick!’
‘Bloody hell!’
Draco laughed, ‘That almost sounded like…’
‘Harry?!’
On the other end of the hall stood Ron and Hermione, staring shocked at the scene in front of them. Harry and Draco jumped apart awkwardly and helped Ron and Hermione, who were trying to shut the curtains. They followed them out of the hall and down to the kitchen. Ron sat down at the table resting his head on his hands whilst Hermione made them a tea. None of them knew how to start the conversation.
‘Where have you been all this time, Harry? We were worried sick about you’, Hermione told him, but unable to look at him yet. ‘I mean, we knew you were at Malfoy Manor, but…’
‘We stopped by the Dursleys’ first. How did you know…?’
‘When You-Know-Who took you upstairs yesterday, ‘Mione remembered the painting of the dragon and guessed he was taking you to the fourth floor to take you somewhere else, and that somewhere had to be either Malfoy Manor or His headquarters’, Ron informed.
‘How does she do that?’, Draco asked Harry in a hushed voice.
‘But we had no news ‘til this morning’, he continued passing him that morning’s Daily Prophet. ‘Harry, can I talk to you for a second?’
They left the kitchen and sat on the staircase. Harry looked at his best friend and sighed.
‘I guess you want the whole story, right?’, Harry asked.
‘You think?’, Ron said sarcastically.
‘OK… when I left the castle I fought Voldemort at Malfoy Manor’s dungeon. I killed him, but then Lucius chained me to a wall. Do you remember that nightmare I had a few months ago?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, you were right. It wasn’t just a nightmare, it was my future.’
‘What?!’
Harry unbuttoned his shirt and showed him some of the scars.
‘Shit, Harry…’
‘He was going to kill me, Ron. And I think he would have if it hadn’t been for Draco. Anyway, we managed to escape the Manor after chaining him to the wall. We went to the Dursleys’ to spend the night before coming here. He healed my wounds and… well, now we’re sort of… together.’
‘Sorry, mate, but honestly, you just keep lowering your standards. I mean, how can you go from Cho to him?’, he laughed. ‘Well, as long as he makes you happy…’
‘Thanks, Ron.’
‘Now explain to me, how can you like someone that irritating!’
‘Believe it or not, once you get used to it, it’s bloody entertaining’, he chuckled. ‘Thanks to that, we ended up shagging last night’, Harry smirked.
Ron’s expression changed from amused to disgusted in a blink of an eye.
‘OK, that’s an image I sure don’t want in my head.’
‘So, do you promise to make an effort and be nice to him?’
Ron doubted but eventually agreed.
‘C’mon, let’s go back in.’
When they opened the door, they were both shocked to find Hermione and Draco laughing together.
‘First my best friend, now my girlfriend!’, Ron laughed.
‘Harry, you are not going to believe this’, Draco said lifting the Daily Prophet. ‘Lucius Malfoy was found chained to a wall in the dungeon by his wife last night, where she also found He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s lifeless body. Malfoy had been petrified and the curse could not be lifted. He has been taken to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where he’s being treated by some of the finest doctors, but they still haven’t managed to heal him…’
‘Way to go, Harry!’, Ron cheered him, patting him on the back.
‘Actually, that was Draco’s doing’, he smiled at the blonde.
Draco grinned and kept on reading. ‘The doctors say the reason why he hasn’t responded to the treatment is because he doesn’t want to regain his consciousness. The rest of the Death Eaters were caught at the Shrieking Shack by the people of Hogsmeade.’
‘So, everything turned out pretty good’, said Harry cheerfully.
‘Except for Dumbledore…’, Hermione added.
‘Right…’
A sad silence filled the kitchen.
‘So, what now?’, Draco asked quietly.
‘Hermione and I will go back to Hogwarts this afternoon. We just came here to see if we found you’, Ron told them.
‘We asked McGonagall for permission to come here since today we didn’t have to go to class, you know… because of what happened, but she said tomorrow everything would go back to normal’, said Hermione.
‘Well, if we really are safe, I think we could go back’, said Harry.
‘OK, then. I’ll owl McGonagall right away.’

***

Hermione and Harry had traded brooms before leaving Grimmauld Place. He felt so happy to be riding his Firebolt again… They got to Hogwarts about an hour before dinner, yet the Great Hall was already packed with students and teachers. As soon as they opened the doors, the room exploded in applauses.
‘What did you write in that letter, ‘Mione?’, asked Harry, who was shocked by the way they were being received.
‘Only the truth, Harry.’
‘Please, everyone take a seat’, said McGonagall when the applauses stopped. She was standing in the middle of the staff table; the spot that had belonged to Dumbledore.
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked toward the Gryffindor table, where they were all greeted euphorically. The Slytherins barely looked at Draco when he sat down at their table.
‘A new era has begun. An era of light’, started McGonagall. ‘Good has finally defeated evil. Even though we’re going though a devastating loss, it’s time to replace our sadness with joy; that joy couldn’t have even existed if it hadn’t been for two of our finest students: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Please, come and get your decorations, you deserve them.’
Harry and Draco walked to the staff table and received a medal that read:
For honourable services paid
to the Wizarding Community
‘This is not highly enough what the two of you deserve’, the new Headmistress continued, ‘but what you have won is more than just a medal. It’s the respect of your classmates and teachers, and our way to say thank you.’
The next morning, Harry read on the central page of the Gossip Gazette a special article with facts and fiction about what had happened the previous days. There were a lot of interviews and comments from people who hadn’t even witnessed the fight, including the one that closed the editorial.
‘I always knew Harry could defeat You-Know-Who’ - says Colin Creevey. ‘And I told you they were having an affair…’


^THE END^