JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Twelve


The following week Harry was back and forth from his home with Sirius to his rooms at Hogwarts. He had added a few more necessities to his rooms like a television, DVD player and a stereo that also wired up to the pool room, using magic to hook everything up. He had went to muggle London to buy some notebooks, ball point pens and some colored highlighters for marking the students work. He went to Flourish & Blotts in Diagon Alley, and a discreet bookstore in Knockturn Alley to purchase books on The Dark Arts, and a few others for his personal collection. He also had brought back quite a few books from the Black library. He looked around his new home and smiled to himself....he was now ready for the next day. September first.


It was arranged that Harry would meet Hermione, Ron, and Ginny at Platform nine and three quarters for his final ride to Hogwarts. He may not be a student anymore, but he wanted to do this with his long time friends. He spent some time trying to figure out what to wear for his first meeting with Draco of the year...jeans or leather. He opted for a pair of black jeans and an emerald green dress shirt, letting the bottom hang to his hips. He left his hair loose, letting it fall in light waves to his shoulders. He wore the long leather jacket that he received for his birthday from Severus, and a pair of shaded sunglasses to hide his tell-tale green eyes.


He came through the barrier with Sirius about fifteen minutes before the train was scheduled to leave. He noticed Hermione, Ron, and Ginny waiting by the train and made his way over to them, getting quite a few hungry gazes along the way.

Hermione stood at Ron’s side as Harry ‘strutted’ his way over to them, looking very dark and sexy. If she wasn’t involved with Ron...and if Harry was not gay...she probably would have liked to sample a bit of her best friend at that moment. The three of them watched in amusement as Harry and Sirius made their way towards them, people would stop their conversations to look at the new comer..wondering who he was. Gone was the Harry that dressed in oversized and shabby clothes. Gone was the bespectacled youth from their previous years. Here was a young man that knew he looked good, and felt very confident of himself.


Meanwhile near the back of the train, Draco sat in a compartment by himself, having come early to have some peace and solitude before some of his more boisterous friends arrived. He happened to glance out the window to see Sirius Black and another man come through the barrier. He would recognize Sirius Black anywhere, but the other he did not recall seeing before. He looked tall, tanned, toned, and.....good enough to eat. He watched as tall-dark-and delectable came up to Granger and Weasley and hugged them tight, the strangers smile growing as he talked to the two. He looked closer as the stranger took off the sunglasses. “Potter,” he said quietly to himself, seeing the green eyes he has seen in his dreams for a few years now. ‘He looks good...real good,’ he thought to himself, his eyes following Harry until he couldn’t see him anymore. He sat back and dug out his latest letter from Jade, reading it for about the tenth time since he received it, wondering when the mysterious person would reveal themselves to him.


Harry sat in the usual compartment with Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Seamus, and Luna, talking for awhile until he felt the train moving. He took off his jacket and put it on the hook, making sure to take out the vibrating control and a dark arts book. “Well, guys, I need to stretch my legs a bit. If I’m not back in half an hour.....don’t come looking for me,” he smirked to Ron and Hermione, who knew where he was heading.

“Good luck,” Hermione said smiling mischievously as the others looked at her like she was losing her mind.


Draco sat back, shifting every so often in his seat. He had put the vibrator in, thinking he would find out who this mysterious Jade was. He would close his eyes and lick his lips as every once and awhile he would feel the vibration, then sigh in frustration when it would stop. He unfolded the letter and read it to himself...again.


To My Silver Dragon,

Thank you for using the mirror . I wasn’t sure if you would go through with it....but you’re a Malfoy. Malfoy’s never turn down a challenge, do they?

I close my eyes and groan as I picture how your hands traveled over your body, wishing it was me touching you. I saw myself touching my lips to your mouth in a soft caress, savoring your taste, then touching your neck with my fingers, followed closely by my lips and tongue as you press your head back against the pillows, giving me more of you to taste, as you moan for more. I would explore your body with my hands and mouth, taking special care to your nipples and your hard cock.

Gods....when I saw your cock glistening in the candlelight, my mouth watered as I gripped my cock harder. I imagined that hardened flesh slowly sliding inside of me, making me feel whole and complete, me begging for you to thrust fast and deep inside of me over and over again. I still hear the sounds you made that night (yes I could hear you), the way you moaned as the vibrator thrust deep inside of you, wishing that I could have been there personally to touch your fevered skin.

So thank you again, My Dragon for giving me many more erotic fantasies. See you at school.

Jade


Harry had opened the compartment door to see Draco reading a familiar looking letter. “Malfoy,” he grinned, “do you mind if I sit in here. I’m trying to read and it’s just not possible with a full compartment full of chattering people.”

Draco looked up, quickly folding the letter to put it into his pocket. ‘Merlin..he looks better up close,’ he thought to himself as he took in the tousled hair, the green eyes, the muscled torso that was evident by the close fitting shirt, and the snug fitting black jeans that hugged his hips and legs. “Yeah, sure, but I don’t know how much longer it will be this quiet before Pansy and Millicent come barging in here,” he said smirking.

Harry had seen the interest in Draco’s eyes as he looked at him and wanted so much to pull Draco up by the front of his shirt to kiss him senseless...but he didn’t. “Thanks Malfoy,” he replied smiling. “The is the quietest compartment here at the moment and I need to try to finish this book.”

“No problem,” Draco said taking out his own book, watching Harry get comfortable. “So...um...I heard congratulations are in order.”

“Congratulations?” Harry asked raising his one brow.

“On becoming a Professor...and graduating early,” Draco answered.

“Oh that,” Harry grinned. “Thanks. Not too many people know yet. Albus plans on letting the students find out their first day of class with me. How did you find out?”

“Mother. Who in turn found out from Sirius and Severus,” Draco replied.

“Figures,” Harry laughed. “I met your mother at our house. She’s a great lady.”

“Yeah, she is,” Draco smiled warmly. “Thanks to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. If it wasn’t for you getting father thrown in Azkaban, she wouldn’t have been like that. She was not free to be herself with him around, and now she is,” Draco replied. “So...thanks.”

“Your welcome....Draco,” Harry said then held out his hand. “I know this is seven years late, but do you think we can try again?”

Draco looked at the outstretched hand, imagining himself taking that hand, pulling Harry to him and devouring his kissable looking lips. He shook the fantasy out of his head and took Harry’s hand in his. “Friends,” he said smiling, then gazed into mesmerizing green eyes as he felt Harry’s thumb brush lightly across his knuckles before letting go.

They were both brought out of their gazes when the compartment door opened to have Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Blaise Zabini come in. Harry sat back and raised his brow as Blaise sat beside Draco...close.

“So, what are you doing in here Potter?” Blaise sneered.

“Oh, shut it Blaise,” Pansy said sitting beside Harry, giving him a smile. “He’s got just as much right as you do.”

“Thanks Pansy,” Harry grinned to his Slytherin friend. The previous year Harry had formed a friendship with Pansy and Millicent, much to the surprise to his fellow housemates. Harry had been partnered with Pansy during Potions class a few times and once they saw past what others saw of them, they became friends...not as close as Hermione and Ron...but friends none the less. He sat back in his seat, his one leg raised on his knee as he opened his book to read, his hand at his side with the control hidden in the palm of his hand.

“You look good Potter,” Millicent said looking him over. “Doesn’t he Draco?”

Harry looked to Draco, waiting for his answer. “Yeah...he does,” Draco said locking his gaze with his.

“Too bad he’s straight, he might have been competition for me, huh Draco?” Blaise stated confidently putting his hand on Draco’s upper thigh.

Harry looked to Blaise and grinned. “Wherever you heard I was straight, you got the wrong information Zabini,” Harry said glaring at the Slytherin. “As for competition....Draco is not a prize to be won, and I don’t play games.”

“Good thing Potter, because Drake here is mine,” Blaise said confidently, clueless as to how that statement had three other Slytherin’s giving him death glares.

“Well then, I guess I should see what I’m missing,” Harry replied smirking as he closed his book and placed it on Pansy’s lap. He took the step or two to Draco, placing his hands on either side of Draco’s head, ignoring the glare from Blaise and the snickering coming from the girls as they enjoyed the view of Harry’s backside as he was leaning towards Draco. He looked down to Draco’s lips and almost moaned when he saw his tongue dart out to lick the fullness of his lips. He leaned forward to press his mouth to Draco’s, letting them caress the responsive lips. When he felt Draco’s tongue come out to meet his, he pressed harder and met his tongue half way, his hand slipping to the nape of Draco’s neck to pull him closer. As Harry was devouring Draco’s mouth, he managed to press a button on the control while he took what Draco was very willingly giving to him.

Draco felt the vibration of the vibrator inside of him and grasped the front of Harry’s shirt, bringing him closer, his moan muffled by Harry’s heady kiss.

Harry heard the faint sound of the compartment door open and slam shut, then reluctantly pulled away from Draco. He looked into the grey eyes noticing a faint tinge of blue to the heated pupils and smiled warmly. “If I did play games, you would be a prize worth winning...any day,” he said softly so only Draco could hear him.

Draco still felt the tingle on his lips when Harry pulled away and felt his heart race at the whispered words Harry had said, then shook himself out of his daze to look around the compartment. “Where’d Blaise go?” he asked bewildered.

“He left a little after a moan was heard between you two,” Pansy said smirking, then moved to sit beside Draco while Harry sat across from him again.

“Now look what you did Potter,” Draco said glaring to the satisfied looking Gryffindor. “Now, he’ll never talk to me again.”

“Would that be such a bad thing Drake?” Millicent asked. “He was starting to get a little too possessive.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Draco said, picking up his book again, signaling that the conversation was over. Not that anything he was reading was actually absorbing into his brain. His thoughts were a jumbled mess thinking of the mysterious ‘Jade’ and Harry...his new tasty look and the kiss leaving him wanting more.

Harry meanwhile was enjoying the conversation around him with Pansy and Millicent, leaving Draco alone to his thoughts, his fingers on the controls at his side.

“So you are actually going to be one of our Professors?” Pansy asked smiling, after Harry had told them of graduating just a couple of weeks ago.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Harry replied, hitting the vibrating and thrusting buttons, side glancing to Draco who looked like he was having a hard time breathing. “You all right there Draco?” he asked pushing the thrust button faster.

Draco leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. “Yeah, just feel a little warm all of a sudden,” he said in panting breaths.

“Do you want some water or something Drake?” Pansy asked rubbing Draco’s back soothingly.

“Maybe, but I’ll get it. It might help to move around a bit,” Draco replied giving a low moan as he felt the vibrator enlarge a little inside of him.

“Need a hand Draco?” Harry asked getting up. ‘Oh... how I’d like to give him a hand,’ he thought to himself smiling.

“No!” Draco said abruptly and got to his feet. “No, thanks,” he repeated more calmly. “I’ll just splash some cold water on my face...cool me off,” he said leaving at a rapid pace out of the compartment.

The three of them all watched him go as Harry continued with the thrust buttons, putting his own book across his lap. “Wow...must have been some kiss,” Millicent said smirking to Harry.

“So, Harry, tell us....how long have you been crushing for Draco?” Pansy directly asked.

He was about to deny it, but saw the determined glint to Pansy’s face. “Am I that obvious?” he sighed.

“No, but that was no ordinary kiss,” Pansy smirked.

“Don’t tell him yet okay,” Harry pleaded to the two of them. “I’ve liked him for a few years now,” he admitted.

“Is that why the drastic dishy change?” Millicent asked.

“Part of it maybe. A friend of mine helped me to see that I wasn’t living my life like I wanted to. I had always tried to hide myself from the public...to be invisible. I didn’t like all the fame that I got for something that I had no control over. I was always portrayed to be this innocent good little boy with a gleaming white personality. I thought it was time for the Slytherin side of me to come out,” Harry said grinning.

“Slytherin?” Millicent asked.

Harry just smiled. “Didn’t I tell you....the sorting hat wanted to place me in the Slytherin house our first year, but I had asked it not to.”

“Well that explains a lot,” Pansy smirked. “You were worse for getting into trouble than us Slytherins.”

“I wonder how you would have turned out if you were placed in the right house back then,” Millicent mused out loud.

“We’ll never know,” Harry sighed dramatically.

“Well...my fellow Slytherin, if you need help with Draco, just ask,” Millicent smirked. “I’ve a feeling that there’s some feelings Draco has for you too.”

“Just don’t hurt him,” Pansy warned.

“That’s the last thing I want to do,” Harry said grinning, sitting back in his seat to open his book where he left off, while his fingers were working at the control.


Draco had just made it to the back of the train, locking the door of the bathroom when he felt the vibrator thrust deep and fast inside of him, getting bigger with each thrust. He leaned back against the door and quickly undid his pants, taking out his aching cock, stroking it with the same rhythm as the vibrator inside of him. “Gods....who are you?” He said between panting breaths, stroking his cock faster, his thumb gliding over the leaking head. His thoughts went to Harry as the vibrator started to work faster inside of him, hitting his prostate over and over again, making him cry out finally in release, his cum coating his palm and fingers.

Harry smiled to himself as he felt the control give a slow steady vibration, wishing he was there with Draco as he came. ‘Did he call my name out again?’ he wondered to himself as he pocketed the control.

By the time Draco came back, Harry, Pansy, and Millicent were involved in their books. Harry looked up to see Draco’s flushed cheeks and his swollen bottom lip....probably from nibbling on it to stop him from moaning out loud. “You okay?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, feel a lot better now,” he replied not meeting anyone’s eyes. “The cool water helped.”

“That’s good. It’s not like you to feel ill Drake,” Pansy said sliding over for Draco to sit beside her.

“Must have been something I ate,” he muttered opening his own book, dissuading any further discussion.

Much to the amusement of the others in the the compartment, Blaise had come back and squeezed his way between Pansy and Draco, his hand wandering on Draco’s thigh. Millicent had nudged Harry’s arm and grinned when she nodded across from her. One thing about Blaise, is that he was persistent. He would put his hand on Draco’s thigh, then Draco would either push it away or give him one of the famous Malfoy death glares. Finally it was just easier for Draco to let Blaise rest his hand on his leg, not wanting to cause anymore of a scene.

Harry met the triumphant look in Blaise’s eyes as the hand was left alone on Draco’s leg. He turned back to his book, his hand clenching the edges of the book, trying to fight the urge to lunge after the dark haired Slytherin and bodily move the hand off of his dragon’s leg. The compartment grew tense and Harry gave up reading and looked out the window, seeing the familiar landmarks going by showing that they were a couple of hours away from Hogsmeade. “It looks like we’ll be there soon. I promised Ron and Hermione I’d come back before we arrived to spend some time with them,” he said getting up to leave.

“Sure thing Harry,” Pansy smirked. “See you at the feast.”

“No doubt about it Pansy,” Harry said grinning back at her. “Oh...and Pansy .... thanks.”

Pansy grinned at Harry, then watched as Draco’s eyes followed Harry’s backside as he was leaving the compartment.

“‘Bout bloody time Scarhead left,” Blaise sneered, not noticing Draco moving over more ... away from Blaise.


(typos fixed Apr. 07)