Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 13/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever.

A.N.: Please be gentle with your reviews. This is my first fanfic

Spell Master

It was an extremely bright evening, even though it was well past midnight, and Draco Malfoy was using his new authority as Head Boy to roam around Hogwarts without the fear of getting caught and punished by Filch. However, there was a reason he was out in the fresh of the night instead of being snug in his bed.

It is said that everything and everyone has a weakness. A vice that taints their virtues. Or a virtue that taints their vice. Even the almighty and unconquerable Achilles had a little problem with his heel. So it really wasn’t so surprising that the Prince of Slytherin was suffering with his own iniquity.

He was horny. Really horny. Really really horny.

In Draco’s opinion, sometimes it really sucked being Veela but only because of the fact that it didn’t take much to get them in an inebriated state of lust. The mere sent of arousal could put them in heat. And when Veela’s are in heat, they could get so horny that all rational thought would be shut off, thus making the only thing that mattered is their own sexual release.

Unfortunately, this was now the state Draco Malfoy was in.

His father and daa and their stupid pheromones!!

The young Malfoy knew that if it were just his Daa’s need, then he could have ignored the scent of it. Since the first year he started rutting, Draco had learned the art of sexual restraint. He had too, or he would be walking around with a boner 24/7. However, this lust-crazed, daze he was now in was because of his father. The smell of lust coming from a Veela is *impossible* to resist. Impossible for any species, in any world.

Before his parents started acting all lovey dovey, the boy wasn’t even in the mood. And that was probably the *first* time in YEARS! Now, because he didn’t make it out of that damned room, in time, he was as hard as a rock and had no one to fuck!

And why was that?

One word.

Pansy.

She was such a vindictive creature!

Though she wouldn’t do anything to *him,* she *would* hex the hell out of anyone and everyone who was dumb enough to accept his advances.

This was a lesson that everyone in Slytherin learned last year. They also learned that just because Draco allowed you to share his bed that didn’t mean that he would protect you from his crazed ex girlfriend. In truth, the blond would more-likely-than-not transfigure himself a front row seat, to watch the spectacle. Then to add insult to injury, after all the drama, the break up, the one night stands, and the vicious wizard duels, Pansy and Draco would make up and get back together.

But not this time.

Because of her spitefulness, the young prince felt like he was dying of blue balls! And because he had no one to satisfy his burning arousal, he was tapering on the edge of turning True Veela Fury .

His mother told him never to date a Siren, now he wished he took her advice.

Usually in times like this, he would sneak into Ravenclaw. Unluckily, tonight that was not an option. Flitwick was on a rampage because his House was punished.

Hufflepuff was completely out of the question. Not because they were mostly muggleborn, though that was one of the reasons. However, it was mostly because of the fact that if you fucked them *once* they got all emotionally attached. Then they would start popping up at all times of the day, waiting for you after class, trying to sit next to you at the meals, writing you hundreds of love letter a day, and practically worshiping the ground you walked on. In other words, they turned into STALKERS! *Totally* confusing sex with love! In the prince’s opinion, when it came right down to it, getting rid of a Hufflepuff lover was more of a hassle than it was worth convincing them into having sex in the first place.

Draco had been there, done that, and wasn’t going to do it again.

Unfortunately, the young Veela was so preoccupied with his own lust, he didn’t notice the indention of the invisible person laying in the plush grass.

“Ooofff!!”

“Fuck!” Draco yelled as he fell toward the ground.

The hood of Harry’s cloak slipped back, and Draco was able to see the Gryffindor’s disembodied head, in the moonlight

“Potter.” Draco drawled irritably. “I should have known.” However, even though his voice sounded perturbed by seeing his rival, his body was much appreciating the firm body underneath, even if it was *Harry Potter.* Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled back. In his aroused state, Malfoy had to force himself not to just take the Gryffindor and worry about the consequences later.

“So, that’s how you’ve gotten away with sneaking around Hogwarts all these years.” The prince drawled. “You do know those are illegal, in Hogwarts, don‘t you? I wonder what Dumbledore would say?” He then put his hand up, in the stop position, and answered his own question. “Knowing him, he probably gave it to you.”

Not really listening to Malfoy, Potter groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position and took a deep breath, to catch the breath that was knocked out of him, when Draco fell on top of him. However, if he would have known that Draco was horny as hell, Harry probably would have opted to hold his breath. But since he had no clue that the Slytherin was in heat, he didn’t know that he just took a big whiff of Draco’s highly arousing pheromones, which was a natural and very powerful aphrodisiac.

Draco glared at the raven-haired boy, in front of him. “So I take it you’re stalking me now, are you?”

Harry didn’t react to this accusation because he still wasn’t really listening to Draco. He was concentrating on other things. Like the sweet sent of vanilla that was now in the air, and the strange yet pleasant warm feeling that was making its way from his lungs and down toward his groin. However, when his brain finally processed what the other boy had said, he glared and snapped.

“Stalking you?! I was here first! And lest you forgot, you’re the one who fell on top of me!” The raven-haired boy grit out as he pushed Malfoy off of him, then unclasped his robe to reveal the rest of his body. He was now feeling unseasonably warm.

But not exactly in a bad way.

“Well *you* shouldn’t have been out here anyway!” Malfoy yelled hatefully as he sat up and on his knees. However, he couldn’t help but to notice Harry taking off his oversized cloak. “Oh, and that reminds me! 5 points Gryffindor for being out past curfew!” Immediately after he held his wand up, the tip of it broke off, flung off and flew into the lake. “Bloody hell!”

Harry trained five emerald eyes on the broken wand. “Is that the same wand from this morning?”

Draco didn’t answer. Instead, he quickly stood up, brushed off his knees and stomped toward the lake to retrieve his wand tip.

“I thought it was already broken.” Harry called out to the retreating figure.

“It was.” Draco growled out despite his urge not too. “But I mended it with willow wrap!”

Potter snickered. He couldn’t believe that Draco broke his wand twice, in one day. “Oh...Is that like tape?” Potter asked as he got up to follow. He wasn’t sure why he was following; he just felt like he needed to. “Because I know for a fact that tape doesn’t...”

“Tape!” Draco interrupted, in a snarl, as he spun around and gave Harry an annoyed look. “What kind of idiot would wrap their wand in that?”

Harry scowled and bit out. “It was just a question, Malfoy! You don‘t have to chew my damn head off!”

“Potter, for a wizard you don’t know much.” Draco rolled his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. However, what he smelt was more than fresh, calming, air. No, his Veela senses picked up another sent. Arousal. And it was coming off of Harry. The young prince was surprised at this turn of events. Happily surprised. Because now, if he played his cards right... then just maybe, he would be getting some ass after all. Even if it was *Harry Potter’s*.

Draco took another deep whiff of that erotically charged air and then held up his wand as if it were some type of religious offering and spat out viciously. “You can‘t use *tape* on a wand, Potter. It will make it malfunction and spark!”

“I know that already!” Harry spat right back. Though strangely, the angrier he got the more sexually aroused he felt.

Just as Draco knew he would.

“Then why would you ask me such a stupid question?” The Slytherin asked then quickly waived the question away. “Don’t answer that? You’re a Gryffindor, so of course you would ask me such an asinine question.”

Five emerald eyes narrowed angrily. “Why do you always have to go there? Don‘t you ever get tired of insulting people?”

Draco put his finger on his chin and pretended to ponder on that question, then answered sarcastically yet truthfully. “Nope.”

“Why are you like this?” Harry fumed as he continue to follow the other boy to the lake. He was mad as hell but that was not why he was following Malfoy. He was following him because he wanted Draco.... and in a bad way. Or maybe it was in a good way. He wasn’t sure.

“Like what?” The blond asked in an half interested tone as he kneeled on the lake’s bank and pondered if whether-or-not he wanted to put his hand in that murky water.

“Mean.” Harry answered as his eyes unconsciously trained themselves on Malfoy’s rear.

Draco glanced back and caught Harry looking at his arse. A knowing, seductive, smirk appeared on his face right before he dipped his hand into the slimly water.

“I’m mean, Potty?” The blond asked in mock hurt as he delved in the water, for his wand tip. “Would a mean person save your life?” Draco wiggled his arse as he spoke, just so to purposefully entice the Gryffindor.

“Yeah!” Harry gulped as he futilely tried to force himself to look away from Malfoy’s perfectly shaped bottom. “Lest not forget that the only *reason* you saved my life was so I would be indebted to you!” Irritated with his lack of self control, Harry took his wand out of his robe pocket and pointed it at the lake. “Accio wand tip!”

“Technicalities.” The blond smirked and waved it off with his dry hand. He pulled back and shook the excess water off his wet hand.

“Tech--” The Gryffindor stuttered as he caught the wooden tip. He was so dumbfounded by the Slytherin’s callousness, he couldn’t even speak.

“How’s this....” Draco offered after he sat back, spread his legs wide, and rested his elbows on his knees. “I’ll do something nice...”

“Why?” Potter asked warily as his gaze unconsciously trained themselves between parted legs and on Draco’s groin. “So you can get your wand piece back?”

The blond smirked. “No, you’re going to give that back to me anyway.” Draco stated mater-a- factly “I’m do this completely free of charge..... No strings attached.” Then he finished mentally. “That’s because we will be attached in another way.”

Harry looked suspicious at such an offer. And rightfully so.

“Afraid, Potter?” Malfoy purred silkily, and tilted his head to the side.

“You wish!” The boy shot back and sat down beside the Slytherin, in a mirror image of Draco’s sitting position. However, Harry didn’t sit close to the other boy. No. He sat at a safe distance. Though not because he didn’t want to be around Malfoy but because he *did.* And for the life of him, he didn’t know why. “So what are you going to do?”

“Hmm?” Malfoy cutely chewed on his bottom lip as he gave Potter a thorough and lictenous appraisal. It wasn’t long before his crystal gaze focused on the Gryffindor’s three extra eyes. “Why haven’t you had that spell reversed yet?”

Harry shrugged. “It wasn’t a priority. Promfrey said that there were too many others with *real* injuries, and I should come by later.”

“Are you telling me ...” Draco gasped, in mock dismay, as a delicate hand fluttered to his chest. “That Hogwarts’s resident celebrity’s woes are no longer a top priority? What *is* the world coming too?!”

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” Potter grit out and started to get up. However, his actions weren’t hasty. They were slow and reluctant, due to the fact that the horny Gryffindor’s retort had a double meaning.

Draco chuckled at his own joke, then called out to the retreating boy. He couldn’t let Potter leave now. Not while he still needed sexual release. “How about *I* heal your face, then?.... Not that it will make much of an improvement, mind you.”

Harry glowered and sat back down. “How about this? Why don’t you just stop insulting me.”

“Hmm...” Draco mused. “No.”

Harry frowned but didn’t move away. He actually scooted closer as he touched his forehead where his extra three eyes were embedded. “Do you know the undoing spell?”

“Of course I do!” Draco lied in a tone that sounded as if he were insulted.

“How are you going to do it when your wand is missing a piece?”

Draco shifted his position to face the seeker. “It’s fairly simple really. Just give me back my tip, if you will.”

The raven-haired boy glanced down at the broken wand in Draco’s hand and leaned forward to give its tip back. “So you *are* going to use your wand?

“Of course not! Do you realize what kind of danger casting a spell with a broken wand, would place me in?” Malfoy answered as he placed his two broken pieces in his robes breast pocket. In dumbfounded amazement, he stared at the boy in front of him, in disappointment. “I can’t help but wonder how you have managed to survive all these years, Potter.... because you truly are an idiot?”

“I wouldn’t have let you do it!” Harry lied indignantly. The Gyffindor wasn’t dumb to the dangers of casting a spell with a broken wand, but right now he wasn‘t thinking with his head. Well, not with the one on top of his shoulders anyway. The way the raven-haired boy felt right now, he would have let Draco do whatever the hell he wanted with him, just as long as it resulted in an orgasm.

Draco gave his rival an amused, knowing look before he informed sensuously. “I’m not using my wand, Potter... I’m going to use yours.”

“No!” Harry yelled as he hid his wand behind his back. “You stole it last time!” He totally missed the double meaning of that statement.

“I did no such thing!” Draco lied again as he shifted into a crouching position. “I just forgot I had it! Anyways... you gave it to me!”

Five emerald eyes widened in fury. “I did *not* give it to you!! I would never give it to you!” In his anger, he was completely oblivious to the fact that the other boy was coming closer.

“Potter...” Draco pouted silkily. “Lets not fight.” No, the young Malfoy was too horny to fight. “If it will make you feel better...” The Veela breathed out libidinously as he seductively crawled closer to the seeker, like a panther. “I’ll promise to give you back your wand as soon as I am finished with it okay....” Crystal eyes shifted their gaze from the Gryffindor’s face to his groin, just as a pink, wet, tongue glided across his rosy lips.

Harry gasped!

And unknowingly took in *more* of that sexually charged air.

Draco crawled in between Harry’s parted legs and raised himself on his knees, directly in front of the Gyrffindor and said with a seductive smirk. “So... what’s it going to be? Are you going to give me your wand or not?”

Harry looked like he was in a trance as he looked up into Draco’s lust filled face. However, his mind was screaming “What the hell is going on?!!” The internal warning bells were blaring because Harry *knew* all was not right in Hogwarts! Not when his archenemy was flirting with him. And Harry was certain that Draco *was* flirting with him. He would have had to be blind and deaf to miss the Slytherin’s sexual innuendos.

Unfortunately, it is said that the flesh is stronger than the will, and in Harry’s case this was proven to be true. For reasons unknown to the Gryffindor, Harry didn’t mind the Slytherin’s advances. Actually, he was encouraging them and wanted to do what he *hoped* Draco was insinuating.

So even before he realized what he was doing, the Gryffindor was handing his wand over freely. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Oh indeed I do, Potter...” Draco purred as he leaned down a bit and brought his face and mouth closer to the raven-haired teen’s. “ Indeed I do.”

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15 minutes earlier

Dumbledore was still in his office. McGonagall and Trelawney had long gone, but Lupin still remained. The two men were trying to come up with some idea to sway Draco to the side of the ‘light’ or at the very least, not join the fight against them.

“Perhaps... Draco is already changing his ways.” Remus offered; even though, he didn’t even believe his own words.

Dumbledore sighed but didn’t make a verbal response. The two men had been going at this for hours now, and they were exactly where they started. No where.

“Harry told me today...” Lupin continued. “That Draco ordered his friends to leave him alone.”

Dumbledore didn’t respond; he just continued to stare out of the window.

“Though he gave a peculiar reason...” The brown-haired man admitted as he stuffed two gumdrops into his mouth. “He said something about Grindlewald.”

Albus stiffened in his chair. Just the mention of that old foe made his blood feel like it was laced with ice. “Grindlewald?”

Picking the sticky candy out of his teeth, with his finger, the man nodded. “Yeah... Harry and I have no clue what he meant by that... Do you?”

“No....No, I don’t.” The Headmaster lied.

Though in truth, he knew *exactly* what Malfoy was insinuating. Draco thought that Harry was going to turn into another power hungry, madman because he was half-muggleborn, grew up parentless, raised by horrible muggles *and* related to one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Just like Voldemort, who is Heir to Slytherin.

And just like Grindlewald, who was Heir to Ravenclaw.

Albus’s shoulders slumped even more, and he became even more forlorn. Not many people knew of Grindlewald’s family tree because it was a well guarded secret. Public knowledge of it could destroy all the progress toward muggleborn equality that so many have sacrificed their lives to achieve.

However, the Headmaster wasn’t surprised that the Slytherin knew this privileged information. Malfoy’s have always had a knack for finding out other peoples secrets. And like his predecessors, Draco usually used his info to crush or control those who opposed him. However, Albus also knew that sometimes the boy’s cold heart warmed a bit, and he used his knowledge to send out warnings to people. Though in his own vicious sort of way. Like the time when he told Harry and Ron to keep Hermione away from the Death Eaters. Even to this day, the three young Gryffindors believed Draco was trying to be facetious.

But Albus knew better, even if he never told Ron, Harry and Hermione so.

Now the Headmaster wondered what game Draco was playing. Hinting at such dangerous information.

Remus stood up and stretched. It was late, but he wasn’t tired. Being a werewolf, he was a creature of the night. He walked across the office and over to the same window Dumbledore was staring out of.

It was an extremely bright night. The moonlight illuminated everything to the point that it still almost looked like daylight.

“God, I hate the moon.” Lupin admitted in a weary sigh.

Albus gave a small, knowing, nod and whispered out absently. “Perhaps...if we are lucky Severus will find the cure this year.”

“Perhaps...” Lupin’s heart constricted at the mention of the Potion Master’s name. Still after all these years, he loved the man. It was an unwanted affection toward the Slytherin. Unwanted because his love was unrequited. And forever will be.

In Remus’s opinion, it wasn’t fair. He had known Severus longer than Lucius! Their mothers had been friends in school and brought them to each other, at the tender age of 3. He would be the first to admit that even at that young age, he and Severus never really got along. But there was always something about Severus that had always intrigued him.

They had lost touch after he was bitten by a werewolf, but that was mostly Remus’s mothers fault. She was so scared that someone would discover his secret, she kept him hidden away in the manor. If it wasn’t for his father Romulus, Remus wouldn’t have even gotten to go to school. Unfortunately, when the two boys went to Hogwarts, they were sorted into different Houses. Rival Houses. Then if that wasn’t bad enough, Remus’s new friends went out of their way to harass Slytherins and especially Severus.

Remus wanted to stop them or at least make them leave Severus alone, but he didn’t. He was afraid to stand up against his older friends because they had found out his secret. So instead, he went along with all of their pranks, even though it killed him to hurt Severus.

Because of their constant bulling, Snape became a master in the art of revenge. The raven-haired boy also found an ally in Lucius Malfoy, who was probably the best duelist in the entire school and who also specialized in painful and illegal spells.

Lupin was pulled out of his memories when his unfocused gaze fell upon Draco Malfoy. The flaxen-haired teen was walking haphazardly across the vast grass field. He looked drunk. Which he was, but not on alcohol but on lust.

The two older Gryffindors continued to watch the Slytherin, in the attempts to find out what the he was up to.

Lupin laughed out loud when Draco tripped and fell. He knew it was petty, but he really didn’t like Malfoy. So he didn’t care. However, his reasons for disliking the blond teen was not only because he thought the boy a prick. It was mostly because of Draco’s father and the fact that Lucius had Severus, and he didn’t.

Albus glanced up at the man beside him, then back outside the window and at Draco. The Headmaster did not laugh, even though the sight was extremely humorous to him. He didn’t laugh because he knew what, or should I say *who,* Draco tripped over.

“Like a moth to a flame...” Dumbledore whispered out solemnly. He watched the two boys yell at each other, then quirked a brow when Harry followed Draco to the lake.

Then a few minutes later Remus growled. “What in the bloody hell is going on down there?!” when Draco crawled in between Harry’s legs.

It took a second, but after he realized what was happening, the Headmaster immediately perked up and excitedly grabbed Remus’s robe sleeve.

“I just figured out a way to get Draco on our side!”


tbc
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