My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Twelve:

"Draco," Harry says, walking up behind me as I get ready for tonight's dinner.

"Yes, Harry," I reply, quickly unbuttoning my shirt, discarding it to the bed.

"Draco, what are you doing!?" Squeaks out Harry, turning away from the sight of my naked chest. I frown slightly because I know I look good. People should thank the gods for getting the privilege of looking upon my perfect form.

"Harry, whatever is the matter?"

"You shouldn't get undressed with other people in the room."

I frown again. "Harry, we're both boys. Everything you have, I have." Besides, I think to myself, everything you have belongs to me. I have marked you and you are mine.

"Um...OK," the blush remains on Harry's face but he does turn back around.

"See," I say, walking towards Harry. My boy takes a slight step back but then steadies himself as I approach closer. When I am right in front of Harry I begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"Dr--Draco..."

"Shh," I say, pulling the shirt off of Harry's shoulders. I wrap my arm around his waist, turning him towards the mirror hanging on my armour door. "See Harry, we're the same."

"Looking good," my mirror self says, winking at me. Harry's mirror self giggles and I can't help but chuckle at how good we look together, especially with my chain dangling around my boy's neck, the diamond and emerald ring glinting in the room's light. Slowly Harry relaxes and soon we are laughing together.

"So," I say, putting on a deep green shirt that matches my boy's eyes. Harry picks his discarded shirt up from the floor, buttoning it back into place. I opt to wear silver robes in order to honor my house, especially because of that earlier display at lunch. "Do you need to go change your clothes before dinner?"

Harry shakes his head in the negative. "No, these robes are fine. I mean, they're still clean."

I shake my head at the logic of a Gryffindor but decide to not question his choice of attire. "I'll introduce you to Crabbe and Goyle at dinner tonight, though those two are so thick I don't think it'll make much of a difference. And I guess you can sit between me and Blaise because I don't want any of the Slytherins bothering you."

Harry stops midway in putting on his robes before looking me dead in the eyes. "Draco, I'm eating dinner with the Gryffindors."

"What!?"

"Draco, they are my housemates. And I spent all of my time today after classes with you and Blaise. Besides, I'm not rooming in the Gryffindor dorms like most of my housemates are and...well, I thought that I could see you again tonight, I mean cause well, you did say that you would sleep with me for a while, I mean just 'till I get use to my room then you can sleep in yours...I mean I'm not saying that you can't sleep in mine ever again after I'm use to my rooms but, I mean, what I'm tryin--"

"Harry, it's OK," I say, stopping the boy mid sentence. I can tell that if I push the boy then he'll only get hysterical and I really don't have time to deal with an anxious Gryffindor, even if it is my boy. I have alliances to form, appearances to keep, and thus do not need to be late for dinner. "You can eat with the Gryffindors just let me introduce you to Crabbe and Goyle first, alright?"

Harry nods and I smile at him, taking his hand in order to lead him out of the room and to the great hall. When we enter the Great Hall together it falls silent and I can only assume it's because of the conformation the hottest rumor: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy: friends!

Well, perhaps that's what it looks like with me and Harry holding hands as I lead him to the Slytherin table and introduce him to Crabbe and Goyle.

However, what the school populace doesn't know is that me and Harry are much more than simply friends. Harry squeezes my hand before releasing it as he says goodbye to me, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. I make sure I sit at the table so that I can watch my boy during the meal. Even from the distance between the Slytherin and Gryffindor table it is clear that Harry's housemates are giving him a mouthful about holding the company of a Slytherin, especially that weasel prat.

"Hello, Draco. I'm Pansy Parkinson. Daughter of--"

"Yes, Pansy I know who you are, you do not need to say formal introductions. That was taken care of four years ago when our family signed our marriage contract."

Pansy blushes a pale pink that matches her strawberry blond hair as she settles beside me on the bench. I'm rather surprised that such a petite girl can push over Crabbe's huge form but somehow she manages to shove the boy enough to make room for herself beside me.

"Yes, it has been a while, Draco. Four years! Who knew you were counting?"

I turn my head to the left and glare at Pansy. "I wasn't counting my soon-to-be-wify-dear. A Malfoy always remembers important events, and what person wouldn't remember their own engagement party?"

Pansy blush returns at the reprimand and I am almost glad that Harry chose to sit at the Gryffindor table tonight. I'm not one hundred percent sure if I could handle those two together at once. Pansy is an unknown that I need to handle before introducing her to my boy. After all, it has been four years since we last saw each other and before that we had only met one other time. "Well, Pansy, this is Crabbe and Goyle," I say. Both boys give the usual grunt and I shake my head slightly as they participate in their favorite pastime--stuffing their face full of food.

"And that's Blaise Zabini."

"Hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson," she gives a soft laugh. "I suppose with you being friends with Draco that formal introductions are out of the question?"

Blaise nods. "Yes, that would be highly improper." Blaise says as he stands up from his seat, giving Pansy a short bow. Pansy blush spreads as Blaise takes her hand in his, raising it to his lips to kiss the back of her knuckles. "Nice to meet you Miss Parkinson, you can call me Blaise."

"Ye--Yes! Nice to meet you Blaise, you don't have to call me Parkinson, Pansy will do. Where are you from? I don't recognize your accent."

"Italy."

"Oh, wow," Pansy gushes and I ignore her and Blaise's conversation to focus on my meal of turkey with mash potatoes, baked beans, and gravy. As I eat I can't keep my eyes off of my boy and suddenly I am eager for tonight when I can join him in his bed again. However, before I can do that I need to have a talk with Pansy.

"Pansy," I say, interrupting her and Blaise's conversation on Merlin knows what. "After dinner can you join me in my quarters for tea?"

"Oh, of course Draco!" Pansy squeals excitedly, face flushing that pale pink again. She eats her food with a little more speed though somehow she manages to talk just as fast as she was before. When she is done I stand up from the table, holding out my arm for her to take. She giggles and says goodbye to Blaise, who responds and nods goodbye to me.

As we walk the length of the Slytherin table to make it towards the exit I nod at Harry who is looking from me to Pansy and back again. I speed up my pace, wanting to make it to my suite as fast as possible, if only to conclude the meeting with Pansy and make it to Harry's suite faster.

When we arrive at my suite I escort Pansy inside, taking her white robe from her and placing it on the robe rack. She smiles at me before I tell her to take a seat on the leather sofa. Quickly I make my way to the kitchenette. "What kind of tea would you like, Pansy?"

"Earl Grey."

"Would you like a pumpkin scone as well?"

"Yes, Draco. That would be wonderful."

It takes me a little less than five minutes to have everything prepared. Ah, the wonders of magic. I place the tray on the coffee table and sit across from Pansy. She smiles at me as I pour her a cuppa, then she prepares her tea to her liking. I make myself a cuppa as well but take a bite out of my scone before sipping the hot liquid.

"So, Pansy, how are your classes going?"

"Excellent so far. Though it is only the first day, I do believe that charms might be my favorite subject!"

"That's great, Pansy."

"Yeah, I think I have a natural knack for it."

"Well, everyone is innately good at something."

Pansy nods her head as she sips more of her tea. "Though all of this small talk is fun, I would love to get to point as I wish to study early tomorrow morning."

I smile at Pansy, glad that we are on the same page. I put my cuppa down. "I have asked you to come here so that we can discuss our obligations to each other due to our marriage contract."

This time Pansy nods as she finishes off her tea. I pour her another cuppa and she smiles at me, nibbling on her scone. "Both of our performance at Hogwarts will reflect on each other," Pansy states, adding milk and honey to her tea.

"True. Though not only will our grades reflect on one another but our behavior as well. You must do everything you can to maintain high marks and stay out of detention, Pansy."

"As do you."

"Of course," I say, finishing off my scone. "I am a Malfoy, after all."

"And I am a Parkinson. For every detention or low mark I receive I will do your homework for that day."

"As will I." I stand up from the sofa and Pansy does the same. I escort her to my door, helping her back into her robes. "I'll walk you to your suite, Pansy."

Pansy nods and I take her arm in mine again, walking her the few corridors down to her own suite. When we make it outside her door Pansy turns to face me. "I am glad we are at an agreement, Pansy."

"As am I."

"Blaise, Harry, and I are having a study session tomorrow after classes in my suite. I would love for you to join."

Pansy smirks. "Yes, perhaps that is for the best. If we study together we won't have to worry about any surprise marks." I nod my head in consensus.

"Is it OK if I invite somebody, a Daphne Greengrass?"

I agree, not really caring because I know the girl is in Slytherin. Harry is the only non Slytherin that I will ever allow in my rooms. Besides, I was almost engaged to the Greengrass girl if it wasn't for Pansy's father getting that last minute promotion at the Ministry. Meeting the girl can only broaden the Malfoy's influence in this world, and perhaps her parents never told her about the botched engagement since her and Pansy seemed to be friends.

I kiss the back of Pansy's hand as I bid her goodnight before heading back to my own suite. I quickly say the password before collecting the things I will need for tomorrow: my class schedule, my books for said classes, toiletries, and my clothes for the morrow. I place all of these things in my bottomless book bag before leaving the suite. I stalk to Harry's suite, walking with more speed as I imagine us snuggled together in his bed. I remind myself to set an alarm as I do not want a repeat of today's late wake-up.

I arrive at Harry's suite sooner than I had anticipated, though I suppose it's due to my fast pace. I give the door three knocks then wait. Almost instantly the door is flung open.

"Oh, Draco!" Harry exclaims, looking startled and nervous at my appearance. "I didn't think you would come tonight."

"Why wouldn't I come tonight, Harry? I told you I would come as long as you wanted me to."

"Well, yes bu--"

"Harry, who is that at the door?" My blood seems to freeze over as I hear the voice of, out of all people, that bloody weasel! I stalk into the room, shoving Harry to get in as he has not moved from the doorway.

"What is he doing here?" I ask Harry, pointing to the weasel.

"Uh..see I--"

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You Slytherin snake!"

"Ron, pleas--" Harry interjects, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

"I refuse to be in the presence of a snake. If he doesn't leave then I'm leaving."

I lean against the wall, counting the seconds as I wait for the weasel to leave. The boy is clearly delusional if he believes that anyone would pick a Weasley over a Malfoy--not in a million years, not ever in this lifetime, not as long as magic exist. Ron is still huffing and puffing in his muggle caveman manner while Harry fidgets in discomfort.

"Ron--" Harry begins, the regret obvious enough even for a dimwitted fool such as the weasel to hear.

"I see how it is! Even if you are Harry Potter, I don't want to be friends with anyone who's friends with bloody Slytherins!" And with that the redhead boy storms out of the room, slamming the door angrily behind himself.Harry falls to the floor and even from across the room I can see my boy shaking as tears leak out of his eyes. I walk over and kneel next to Harry, wrapping my arms around my boy. "It's OK, Harry. That Weasley boy was a prat. He only wanted to be friends with you because your Harry Potter."

"And what about you," Harry says, voice shaking a little. "Is that why you want to be my friend too? It seems that's the only reason why people want to be next to me, because of something I did as a bloody baby! Something that I don't even remember," Harry finishes bitterly.

"Harry," I say, pulling the boy up from the floor. I rub his back in reassurance as I lead him to his bedroom. "Before I even knew your name I wanted to get to know you. That chain you have around your neck I purchased before I had any idea of your identity. How can you even ask me that, Harry?"

Harry sniffs as I help him into the bed. "I'm sorry, Draco. It's just, at dinner when I saw you leaving the hall with that girl I though that, well maybe that you didn't like me as much as I thought you did. I thought that you would rather be friends with her than with me."

"Harry, that is my fiance. I have to get along with her. But I don't have to get along with you, I want to though. It's not something I'm doing out of obligation like with Parkinson. I truly want you to be with me, to be my friend, not because of your name, but because of you. You, Harry. I want to get to know that boy I saw in Madam Malkin's, who I knew nothing about except for the fact that I wanted to get to know more of him."

Harry gives me a soft smile through his tears before I wipe them away. I smile back at him before standing up from the bed. Harry grabs the sleeve of my arm. "I thought you were staying, Draco."

"I'm changing into my pajamas," I say in reassurance to the boy as he holds on to my sleeve with a death grip.

"Can we sleep like we were this morning. I feel safer like that than in the corner of my bed--all alone." Harry seems on the verge of tears again and I quickly agree with the boy to stop another cry fest. As I climb into bed with Harry, my clothes folded on the desk chair and my body clad in my silver silk pajamas, even as I hold Harry against me, all I can think about is the pain I'm going to cause that weasel prat in the morning.

Tbc..