Harry Potter and Gaining Momentum

“Harry,
are you going to tell me why we’re here now?” Draco asked as Harry walked in
the door of the girl’s lavatory.

“You’ll
have to wait and see,” he teased as Draco huffed. He walked up to the faucet
with the snake on it and hissed ‘open’. He looked back over at Draco to see a
look of fright on his face. “No need to worry, remember I killed what was down
there.”

“Oh,
sure,” he said trying to sound believable.

“Here,”
Harry said handing him a broom.

“And
we need these for?” he prompted.

class=GramE>“To get down there. If you’d rather, we can slide, though
the thump at the bottom is rather harsh,” he said giving a flighty smile.

“Okay
Golden Boy, let’s go,” Draco said trying his best to sound brave as the
Gryffindore beside him. Harry nodded and mounted his broom. He jumped into the
hole and started to steer his way down and though the tunnel. It seemed much
longer this time as opposed to second year. The smell of the place only seemed
to get worse. The damp and moist air was rotten with stench and muck. He landed
on the bottom and instantly covered his nose. Draco landed beside him a second
later.

“Please
don’t tell me this is your idea of romantic,” Draco said in a disgusted tone.
Harry thought for a fleeting moment that the old Draco was back.

“We
defiantly have to do something about that smell,” Harry said taking out his
wand. “Orchideous class=SpellE>Respirare!” Flowers then burst from the end of his
wand and began placing themselves in the air. Harry waved Draco forward to
follow him. By the time the got to the chamber, he had cast both the freshening
spell, and the cleaning spell more than ten times. As
they walked into the main hall, Draco gasped.

“Is
that the basilisk you killed
you second year?” he asked in awe. There in fin fact a huge snake, though
rotted and disgustingly decaying, on the floor of the main chamber.

“Yeah,
though it seemed bigger before,” he airily.

“Well I would imagine
so, you were about a foot shorter, and it had all its flesh still intact,” he
said grimacing. “I still don’t understand why you brought us down here. It
smells horrible and gives me the creeps. Where’s all the torches for light?” he
asked looking around.

“There are none. We’ll
have to place some. Come on, let’s get rid of that so we can get to work giving
this place some light,” Harry said to Draco, who just nodded still not
understanding why they were there.

Harry approached the
serpent first. He waved his wand a few times and murmured a few spells before
he finally cast the reducio on it. He conjured a
rather fancy jar and levitated the remains of the basilisk into is.

“Why are you saving it?
Do you want to keep it as a memento?” he asked again confused.

“No, I’m sure that
Professor Snape would like to have it for potions ingredients,” Harry said handing
it to Draco.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure he
would,” Draco said rolling his eyes. Harry assumed the sarcasm was because
Draco was still upset with Snape for challenging Harry to a duel.

Harry made his way
around the room and conjuring torches. He would attach them to the wall by
making the wall grab the torch to hold it in place, then
he put a drop of everlasting fire potion on the top of the torch to keep it
lit. After he made his way all the way around the room, the chamber looked much
more life-like, though, in a good way. It was cosier and not so eerie looking.

“Amazing what a bit of
light does,” Draco said nodding approvingly. He had been making his way around
the chamber casting cleaning spells left and right. Draco, as Harry could tell
in the beginning, was not one to regularly cast cleaning spells, but after
about five minutes of casting, he finally got the hang of it. Harry had the
urge to laugh at him every time he would come upon a couple spatters of blood
from the basilisk and almost wretch his dinner up, but kept his comments to
himself.

“It does, class=GramE>doe it,” Harry also said nodding approvingly.

“So, now that the place
looks decent, are you going to tell me why we’re here?” Draco asked for the
third time. Harry ginned before taking a small pouct oft of his robes and
sitting on the stone floor. “What’s all that?” Draco asked sitting down next to
him.

Harry pulled out a
piece of fabric and put it aside. He then pulled out what looked like a bed and
chairs that would fit in a doll house and put them aside also. Finally he
pulled out mini picnic basket and placed it in front of him. He stood up and
began casting the counter to the reducio curse on
them. The basket, and apparently its contents all came back to the correct
size. He followed it up by doing the chairs, then the bed, then the blanket.
When he was done, Draco looked at him with a grin on his own face.

“You little sneak you,”
he said before pushing Harry back on the bed and pinning him down. Harry had a
goofy grin on his face.

“Shouldn’t we eat
first?” he asked in mock seriousness.

“Only thing I’m eating
is you right now, we have all night to eat what’s in the basket,” Draco said
before driving Harry crazy by drying to devour his ear.

GB'> Harry groaned under
Draco’s tongue as he began to writhe in pleasure. He pulled Draco’s shirt
off to expose as much skin as he could. He wanted to explore the boy on top of
him was ever fiber of his being. He bucked as Draco pressed his hips to his and
he felt the arousal of his counter. He grabbed the back of Draco’s head by the
hair with one hand as the other was wrapped around Draco’s back pulling to get
the boy as close as humanly possible. Draco began to press harder while moving
in rhythm on top of him. He gasped at the new sensation of friction and pushed
back. Draco began moaning into his ear until Harry couldn’t take the teasing
any longer. He pulled Draco’s head back and sought out his flushed-full pink lips.
Draco again moaned into his mouth and Harry took the opportunity to deepen the
kiss. Their tongues did an erotic dance in the depths of their mouths while
still creating the friction that was so full of pleasure and feeling.

Harry
rolled them over, wanting to kiss ever part of Draco’s body in this way. He
pried his mouth away from his boyfriends and moved down his neck making sure to
kiss and suck on the skin as much as possible. Draco gasped under the controf Hof Harry, and Harry took the gasp as a positive thing as he continued with more
intensely. He stopped at Draco’s nipple to give him as much pleasure as
possible. The small colored part perked up to Harry’s tongue making Harry want
to pleasure the boy under him more. While rubbing that nipple with his fingers
using his won saliva as a mild lubricant, he moved to the other. Draco weaved
his hands into Harry’s hair to press his mouth harder to the other nipple that
Harry was now trying to devour. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry and
squeezing with pleasure as Harry roamed about the now perky nipple.

Harry
moved on trailing down Draco’s chest and stomach until he got to the navel
where he once again stopped for a detour. He made rings with his tongue while
sill messaging both nipples with is fingers. Finally abandoning Draco’s upper
body, he unclasped the other boy’s pants and began to trail down further. Draco
bucked once again as he unleashed Harry from his legs to give him the
opportunity to go further. Harry took the opportunity to pull Draco’s trousers
off and run his hands up the powder white, but silky smooth legs. Draco moaned
under the raven-haired boy’s touch. Harry took another second to remove Draco’s
boxers also. He took a moment to take in the beauty of the taller boy’s body.
It was perfect. Smooth, soft, powder white, innocent, and
flawless.

He
lowered his head between the other boy’s legs and breathed hot air onto his
manhood making Draco buck up towards Harry with longing. Harry continued to
breath hot air as he ran his hands up Draco’s legs until he finally too the
arousal into his now also hot hands. Draco arched his back and moaned as Harry
pumped. Finally deciding to put an end to his boyfriend’s torture, he engulfed
the other boy as much as possible making Draco yelp in surprise and pleasure
due to the warmth and wetness. Harry began the rhythmic motions to please his
partner as Draco took handfuls of the blankets and sheet and squeezed them with
fever.

“Harry,
stop,” Draco gasped out when he reached the edge of the unforgiving cliff of
climax. Harry stopped and swallowed the shallow seed that had accumulated in
his mouth. The sweet and salty juice made him want to continue, but he moved up
to Draco’s face kissing him again and strattled the
boy. Draco moaned and flipped the boys.

He
too went through the same motions Harry did. Harry breathed heavily at the
silky touch of his counter as Draco moved down his body. Draco stopped in
various places to bring Harry more pleasure, making it easier to reach his
climax once in position. Draco again moved on, undoing Harry’s pants and
slipping them off. He continued with undergarments until Harry was stark naked
under his hungry gaze. Unlike Harry, he couldn’t take the teasing, he plunged
straight into Harry arousal following the other boy’s example and taking him in
deep. Harry bucked and pulled at the sheets and the pleasure threatened to
throw him over the cliff into ecstasy.

“Draco,
I’m going to--,” he began but didn’t need to finish. Draco had noted Harry
convulsions and moved into another position. He pressed his manhood against
Harry and rapped his hand around both of theirs at the same time. He began to
pump them together as he closed his eyes and Harry squirmed for freedom
underneath the torturous pleasure.

“With
me Harry, with me,” Draco gasped out with instruction. Harry could only comply
as he jumped off the edge of the cliff he had been climbing up for the last
fifteen minutes. He sucked in a breath and strained all his muscles as his
manly juices covered his own stomach along with Draco’s. Draco squeezed Harder
as they both went ridged with pleasure.

He
finally clasped on top of Harry, breathing hard onto the other boy’s chest as
Harry did the same. Their breathing was erratic and fast as they began to
recover from the session of pure passion.

When they finally
recuperated and cleaned themselves up, Draco scooted to the edge of the bed and
dug in his trousers for something. Harry looked at him curiously for a minute
before Draco emerged with what looked like a mini cigar.

“class=SpellE>Ew, Draco don’t smoke that thing.
I don’t want to kiss an ash try,” he said screwing his face up in disgust.

“Their
vanilla flavored Harry, it won’t taste like that,” he said as he took his wand
and muttered something. He pressed his wand to the end of his cigar and took a
drag.

“You’re
not kissing me now. I don’t want to go back up to the castle smelling like
that,” Harry said defiantly.

“Come
on Harry. Just kiss me once and if it taste that bad, I’ll put it out,” Draco
said pleadingly. Harry rolled his eyes and moved to the edge of the bed, still
naked and kissed Draco.

Harry
had to admit, the smoky vanilla flavor of the kiss was a turn on, but he didn’t
like the after taste. He told Draco this and Draco beamed. He again picked up
his wand and muttered something before opening his mouth and flicking it once.
There was a swishing sound and Draco kissed Harry again. The taste of the cigar
was gone and Harry’s mouth too felt cleanly brushed.

“Fine,
you can smoke you’re cigar, but don’t whine to me when it makes you sick later
in life,” Harry said lying back down and pulling a sheet over his nude body.
Draco smiled warmly at his warning.

“That’s
why we have mlE>medi-witches,” he said moving to lie down
next to Harry.

“Well,
anyway,” Harry said wanting to divert the subject and knowing he needed to,
“That’s not the only reason I wanted to bring you down here, it was just the
better reason,” he grinned a little. “The real reason I brought you down here
was because something maybe showing up in the Daily Profit soon. Your mother
went to the ministry for sanctuary. She claimed to be under the Imperius curse,
and they believed her. She also took a new potion that Voldemort has developed
to counter Veritaserum, so theirs no way to know if
she was lying or not,” he explained.

“Well,
all they have to do is ask me, I’ll tell them she is,” Draco said bitterly.

“It’s
not that easy. It would be your word against hers. Anyway, I’m not even to the
good part yet. You also have to go back to the manor for the summer holiday.
Dumbledore no longer has custody of you, and he Malfoy fortune is back in her
control,” he said as Draco started to have an outburst, but Harry held up a
hand, “I’m not done, just listen. Because my Godfather Sirius died, the only
people that can get custody of me are Neville Longbottom’s
grandmother, from my Godmother’s side and only by marriage, and both class=SpellE>Nymphadora Tonks who is Sirius’s first cousin (once
removed), and Narcissa Black-Malfoy who
was also Sirius’s first cousin and the niece of his mother.”

“You’re
mother was the first to apply for custody. She’s frozen both the Potter
Fortune, and the Black Family Trust. I’m broke and if she gets custody, which
it is looking very much like she will, I’ll be handed to Voldemort on a silver
platter,” he finished looking a Draco for a reaction. His normally powdered
pale face was now red with rage. He finally exploded.

“What
the hell is she thinking!” he yelled making his voice echo off the vast cavern.

“She’s
thinking as long as she can hand me to Voldemort and he kills me, both the
Malfoy and the Potter Fortune will go to Voldemort for his cause. There would
be no end to it. Money means power in politics and with control over both the
biggest single fortunes in the UK,
he’d have the continent in under a year,” Harry said gravely.

“You
have to fight Harry. If you give in and my mother gets custody, it’s over,
there’s no way we’ll be able to beat him,” Draco said as if he were pleading.

“I
know that Draco, and we’ve taken precautions, but their weak. Mrs. class=SpellE>Longbottom and Tonks both are filing for custody for me.
This will make it two against one. Though they’ll all be fighting for
themselves, it will make it harder for your mother to get me. Has your mother
ever used an unforgivable on you?” Harry asked lightly wincing at the question.

“Why?”
Draco said harshly, but then softened at Harry’s face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean
to--,” but Harry cut him off.

“I
know. It’s just, if she has, you can put the memory into a pensive and present
in court to play against her. Other than that, I’m not sure what we can do to
get her off our backs,” Harry said again pleading with Draco.

“She
has. My father gave her the order to punish me once. It was last year just
after we got home from King Cross station. They had to undo all the jinxes that
you and the DA put on me, and my Father, who should have been in prison at the
time, made her put me under it as punishment. He came later and did it again
when I said I wouldn’t join the Dark Lord,” Draco explained.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“That
may not be enough, there’s no way of knowing that she wasn’t under the
Imperius. I’d have to be on a day before you father was found out,” he said
looking at Draco. But Draco just shook his head.

“That
was the first and only time she’s ever done something like that,” he explained.
“What about your Aunt, is she going to file for custody also?” Draco asked.

“She
is, but the chances of that happening are almost as bad as Tonks’. Tonks has
the least chance of getting me because she’s young, unmarried, and has a
dangerous career. Petunia is a Muggle and most people in the class=SpellE>wizarding world look down upon Muggles who try to raise a
child of the wizarding world. Your mother and Mrs. class=SpellE>Longbottom ar> are the two who are the most likely. They’re
both pureblooded wizards and both well off. The Malfoy’s are more fortunate
than the Longbottoms, but as far as social status,
their within the same ranking. There’s also the prospect of other children. The
court already knows that you and I have made amends, and they know that Neville
is in my year at school and that he followed me to the Ministry last year.
There’s no doubt they know we’re friends also. Tonks doesn’t have any kids,
much less kids of my own age. The third issue is going to be my protection.
We’re hoping this is the one that will get your mother. The Malfoy manor, from
what I’ve been told, is vast. So vast that wards would be stretched thin and
could easily be broken, not to mention how well Lucius knows them. Tonks has a
small flat, and my Aunt is living at Headquarters right now for protection. The
Longbottoms have a large house, but small enough to
have very strong wards. The lands have been unwatched by Lucius or Voldemort and
will be harder to breech should an attack occur. This is our strongest defense
against your mother, and the one we hope will give me freedom from her,” Harry
finished tiredly.

“Would
it help if I testify for you?” Draco asked.

“I
won’t let you. If you betray your family, you could be taken out of the Malfoy
Fortune. Should anything happen to me, you’d be broke with no where to go, I
won’t let you do that,” Harry said taking Draco’s hand.

“I
don’t care, nothing will happen to you as long as you don’t get sent to the
manor,” Draco said. Harry bowed his head for a second, frustrated, and
contemplating. He lifted his head back up and looked Draco in the eye before he
closed them.

“’The
one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches---born to those who
have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies---and the Dark Lord will
mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not---and
either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other
survives---the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lordstyle='font-family:Batang;mso-bidi-font-family:Batang'> will be born as
the seventh month dies.’ The full prophecy,” Harry said.

“What?”
Draco said looking like he was on the verge of tears.

“I’m
to kill or be killed. If I don’t kill him, he will take over. If I kill him,
the world will go back to normal. I’m not ready, hell,
I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. I do know though that I have to try as hard
as I can to build up my powers or I won’t be able to. I can’t do that under the
roof of the Malfoy Manor. It would be impossible. I’d be so stressed out
constantly worried that the day was close that I’d be forced to fulfill the
prophecy, and that because I was ill prepared, I would be the one to lose,”
Harry ended whispering.

“I
understand,” Draco said hoarsely taking Harry into a warm, tight hug and
kissing the top of his head, then his lightening bolt shaped scar. “Your mark,”
he said after he kissed it. Harry just nodded to confirm.

***

“You
came back late last night mate,” Ron said as they made their way down to the
common room to meet up with Hermione.

“Yeah,
we had a lot to talk about,” Harry said so not to elaborate. Ron just nodded
and followed.

They
made their way down to the common room and Harry saw Hermione curled up with a
book on one of the chairs in front of the fire. How could she
stand to be in front of the fire, Harry thought. Of course the castle was
always cool, but the day out was beautiful and clear. Ron grumbled something
about early classes as they came down. Hermione apparently recognized his
grumble.

“Morning
you two,” Hermione said as she turned around in her chair to greet them.

“class=SpellE>Morn’in,” Ron grumbled still blurry-eyed.

“Good
Morn’in,” Harry repeated after him. “Runes today
Hermione,” Harry followed up.

“I
know. You know, I was thinking, we should just ask the professor what it
means,” Hermione said referring to the mysterious rune on Harry’s back, just
below the neck line.

class=GramE>“About what?” Ron asked confused. Harry just shook his head
slightly at the red headed boy. Some things never change.

“Harry’s
rune Ron,” Hermione relayed exasperated. Harry just snorted at their behavior.

1'> “Oh,”
was the dull response she received.

class=GramE>“Breakfast?” Harry asked so not to use up too much energy
speaking. It had been late when he got back last night and the wards no longer
gave him the energy they did before. Everyday it seemed his magic readjusted to
them, but today he almost wish he still had the high of raw magic coursing
through him. Hermione and Ron nodded at his request and they made their way out
the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall.

Upon
arrival, Harry looked for Draco but didn’t see him. Shrugging to himself, he
took a seat next to Hermione and across from Ron and started to fill his plate
with various foods. He really didn’t want all of it, but he needed the energy.
As he ate he kept an eye out for the doors to see what Draco looked like the
morning after. He himself expected to be frisky after such an affair as last
night, but he really couldn’t blame Draco if he wasn’t. After their discussion,
the energy they had before seemed to fade away with depressed thoughts. It was
like the beginning of the summer all over again.

“When
I call your name, please come to the front and receive your certificate of apprenticeship.
You must also sign a loose contract stating that you are an apprentice and that
under this apprenticeship you are and will be abiding by any rules of Hogwarts
and those of the individual professors. After you sign the magically binding contract,
you will please take your copy and proceed to the atrium for further
instructions,” Professor McGonagall said after she stood. She motioned to the
side chamber Harry used after his name was pulled out of the Goblet of Fire
when she made reference to the atrium.

“Miss
Susan Bones under the apprenticeship of Professor Molly Moon,” Susan, from
Hufflepuff, beamed as she jumped up and practically ran to the head table to
sign her contract.

“Miss
Mandy Brocklehurst under the apprenticeship of
Professor Bernard Binns,” Harry thought this was odd,
apprenticeship of a ghost, but Mandy, from Ravenclaw seemed happy enough.

“Miss
Lavender Brown under the apprenticeship of Professor Sybill
Trelawney,” Lavender squealed with delight and stuck her tongue out at Parvati
as she glided up to the head table also.

“Mr.
Justin Finch-Fletchley under the apprenticeship of
Professor Rubeus Hagrid,” Justin, again from
Hufflepuff, looked shocked that he had been chosen and made his way up.

“Miss
Hermione Granger under the apprenticeship of Professor Minerva McGonagall,”
Hermione, ever so Hermione, clutched her chest like she couldn’t believe she
had been chosen, Harry smiled and rolled his eyes at her, Ron just snorted.

“Mr.
Neville Longbottom under apprenticeship of Professor
Pomona Sprout,” Neville beamed and stood shyly, fact turning beat red, and made
his way up.

“Mr.
Draco Malfoy under apprenticeship of Professor Severus Snape,” when Harry
looked at Draco, he had the urge to laugh. Draco, ever so coolly, stood up
dignified and made his way up. It was then that Harry noticed he didn’t even
see the cat come in to the Great Hall.

“Miss
Celesta Moon under the apprentice ship of Professor Victoria Vector,” Celesta,
from Sytherin, stood the same way Draco did, but did
her with a pleasureable smile.

“Miss
Parvati Patil under the apprenticeship of Professor class=SpellE>Firenze,” Parvati stood and gave Seamus a bow while smiling
gleefully and made her way up with the others.

“Mr.
Harry Potter under the apprenticeship of Headmaster Albus Dumbledorestyle='mso-fareast-font-family:Batang'>,” Harry knowing this was already coming
just stood and made his way up signed his contract, and stood next to Hermione.

“Mr.
Adrain Pucey under the
apprenticeship of Professor Filus Flitwick,”
Adrain, a seventh year Slytherin, the only seventh
year so far, made his way up with no expression on his face. Harry all the
sudden thought that if this boy doesn’t learw tow to smile, he’s going to have
a really hard time with cheery ole Flitwick.

“Miss
Lisa Turpin under the apprenticeship of Medi-witch
Madam Poppy Pomfrey,” Lisa, from Rclawclaw, looked like she had a cup of coffee
too many as she made her way up to join him and the rest of the apprentices.

“Miss
Blaise Zabini under the appreeshieship of Professor
Samantha Sinistra,” Blaise,
from Slytherin, was a kind of shock. Harry had no idea that this girl was more
than a block head, though he wonevenever say that out loud.

“These
will be your mentors for the next one or two years depending on whether you are
a sixth year of a seventh year. Thank you,” McGonagall said making her way to
the atrium with the students and professors following. Harry was surprised when
everyone didn’t break out in whispers when they were told of his
apprenticeship, but he was happy with that.

When
they were all in the atrium, when was, Harry supposed, magically expanded, he
found Professor Bins, Trelawney, and Dumbledore waiting. Albus waved Harry over
and Harry left Hermione to stand next to him. He put a hand on Harry’s shoulder
and bent down to speak to him, though he didn’t have to bend down near as much
as he used to, Harry was growing.

“This
is all just formality, you already know the rules and obligations,” he said
standing straight again. Harry just nodded in compliance.

“Right,”
McGonagall began, “The professor you are with, or your mentor, will be your
Next-to-best-friend while you are remaining at Hogwarts. You are required to
spend at least twenty hours a week with them. These hours may include extra
tuition, advisory, special skills, or simple conversation. I would suggest both
Professors and students take this opportunity to get to know one another. It
pays to have someone with authority close in the future after Hogwarts. If you
fail to meet these hours you will first be put on probation in which time you
will be required to report to your mentor every for double the hours to make
up. This will last six weeks before normality resumes. Now,” she continued,
“Because you decided to reach out to these professors due to their curriculum,
you will have to take their NEWTS under the status of apprentice. This does
make the NEWT harder but only because it is expected that the student received
extra tuition in some way or another. So I must stress, please ask questions
and seek help from your mentor anyway possible. When you leave Hogwarts, the
apprentice and mentor relationship should be that of father and son and so on,”
she finished, but then Dumbledore spoke up joyfully.

class=GramE>“Or in some of our cases, Great Grandfather and Great Grandson.”
Harry cracked up at this as did many of the professors. McGonagall gave him a
stern look that made him straighten up and close his mouth, though his mouth
still twitched and his eyes still twinkled madly.