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Ch. 13: UnSeen Discoveries
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For disclaimer, summary, story codes and other information, please see the prologue.
Chapter the Thirteenth: UnSeen Discoveries
A week later
7 September
The first week of term passed uneventfully for Draco; that is to say, classes were fine, no one seemed to suspect him of turning away from the Dark Lord and he hadn’t had any new dreams.
Draco went to Dumbledore’s office and met with the Order members as planned. He’d been relieved that only a few were present: Dumbledore, Professors Snape and McGonagall, the werewolf Remus Lupin, the real Mad-Eye Moody and the Auror named Tonks. She was some kind of cousin to him and had bright green hair. Her unique hair colour had shocked him much less than the presence of Snape, however. Snape, a double agent? It was hard to believe. Well, no, on second thought, it wasn’t that hard to believe! Draco comforted himself with the knowledge that at least he wasn’t the only Slytherin turncoat at Hogwarts.
Draco had hidden his nerves well, but Moody’s magical eye gave him the creeps and he avoided making eye contact with him. Instead, he focused on the Headmaster. Snape had given him the veritaserum and Draco had answered all of Dumbledore’s questions, with more detail than in the first interview. He had told them of how Lucius had used the Cruciatus Curse and why. He had recounted his dream of Lucius’ death. When asked by McGonagall if Harry could have transfigured something into the shield he used, Draco told her there was nothing in the area to be transfigured. Dumbledore asked him if he knew where the dream took place. Draco didn’t, except that he had the impression that the duel happened outside. When all was said and done, he’d been asked to swear allegiance to the Order and its cause. After giving his oath, Dumbledore had told him to keep quiet about everything and that he would be called soon for another meeting to discuss how Draco could assist the Order.
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Sunday found Draco in the library quite early. It was his first opportunity to follow up on the Headmaster’s cryptic suggestion that he research his family’s history; an obscene amount of homework for the 6th years had prevented him from starting sooner. He settled in at a table in the back of the library with a selection of genealogy books. He spent several hours poring over the dusty tomes without finding any information regarding the Malfoy or Black branches of his family tree that in any way seemed to relate to his dreams. Draco stopped briefly for tea in the Great Hall, then returned to his task.
He wasn’t finding anything that seemed applicable but it was fascinating to read about his long-dead ancestors. It amused him to learn that he was related to Herpo the Foul, the wizard who first created the basilisk during the time of the ancient Greeks. Naturally, he was a Parselmouth! Draco snickered quietly when he read that he was also related to Barberus Bragge, the wizard who introduced the Golden Snidget, a tiny bird, to the game of Quidditch back in the 13th century. During the next century the little bird was replaced with the Golden Snitch. ‘Perhaps I was destined to become a Seeker?’ he asked himself, still laughing quietly.
Then it hit him. Destined. Destiny. Fate. Divination. Prophecy. Premonition. Dreams. Draco jumped up and gathered texts about Seers and Dreams. He found what he was looking for in the third he checked, a very old book titled Dreaming the Future by Praenuntius Somnium. In a list of famous Seers from the 10th century, he read:
Henrietta Dormigas (c. 970-1010). Respected witch from the area now known as Calais. Was reputed to have foreseen the downfall of the local chieftain in a dream as well as the death of her son, the coming of a drought and the marriage of the children of two rival families that led to peace in the region for many years.
Dormigas! Where had he seen that name? Draco flipped back through a genealogy book until he found mention of a Dormigas branch of the Black family tree. Reenergized, he scanned Dreaming the Future some more and found three more Seers with connections to his mother’s side of the family—one who had died as recently as 1851!
Draco was especially curious about this Seer, so he swiftly scanned the long article about his life and marveled at the number of accurate prophecies he made. Then he read something that made his heart skip a beat:
In the mid-1820s, when Eldred Nigel was approaching the century mark of his life, he registered a recurring prophetic dream. Although it was far from the most detailed of Nigel’s prophecies, it was news none-the-less. Nigel described his dream: “It is a dark dream. It bodes ill. It foretells the one who has the power to end us all. One hundred years hence, when my old bones will finally be at rest, a star will die and fall as one year closes and another begins. Whilst this star dies, a new life will be born. She who births the child will be his first victim; the babe will be without parents before the sun sets on the first day of the new year. Tainted from birth, a Dark Wizard twists and slithers through our world, poisoning all he touches. He has the power to poison us all without using a single potion. One hundred years hence, a dying star portends the end of a time of peace and heralds the coming war.” This prophetic dream regarding events a hundred years into the future is by far the furthest into the future that Nigel ever Saw.
So it was possible that his dreams were foretelling future events! Draco sat back, stunned. This ancestor, Nigel—had he truly foreseen the coming of the Dark Lord? Draco had no idea when Voldemort had been born, but he suspected Dumbledore would know. He made up his mind to ask him. Just as shocking was the knowledge that he may have inherited the ability to dream the future. He’d never heard mention of any Seer blood in the family. Had it been hushed up? Forgotten? Considered unimportant? He planned to ask his mother in his next letter home. If his dreams foretold future events, Harry would indeed kill Lucius. Draco tried to decide how he felt about this. He found it churned his stomach a bit and already having quite a lot to digest at the moment, decided to think on it later. What about other dreams he had experienced? What about The Dream with Harry…
The Dream where Harry appears from out of nowhere and pulls him into that pitch-black classroom and snogs the breath out of him. Firm lips pressing against his own, slick tongue caressing then slipping between his lips. The tongue is magic in Draco’s mouth, magic on Draco’s body. Exploring the warm cavern of his mouth, tracing the edges of his teeth, twisting to tangle with his own as he moves past his momentary shock and begins to enthusiastically participate. Passion beginning to rise as the kiss deepens. The taste of Harry’s mouth, the feel of Harry’s slightly rough hand on his cheek, the feel of Harry’s other hand moving in slow circles on his chest. Over his skin while their tongue dance. The sound of Harry moaning his pleasure as Draco lightly nips his tongue with his teeth, the sound of his own deep groan as Harry’s tongue leaves his mouth to feast on his neck. A lick here, a nip there, a wet path trailing down his neck, below his shoulder, down his chest to his nipple. The jolt of heat that lances straight to Draco’s groin as Harry’s mouth latches on and begins to suck, to tease. The feel of hard stone against his head when he tosses it back in bliss. The wet path tracing across to his other nipple before moving down, down, slowly down. Fingers brushing against, then lightly squeezing his erection through his trousers as they move to unfasten them. The only sound Draco can hear is his own heavy breathing. Warm breath on his swollen member, callused fingertips trailing from head to root before wrapping around the base. A teasing swipe of tongue over its seeping slit. Arousing wet heat surrounding his cock at last. The feel of those lips encircling him brings him closer to the edge. Sweet suction, pulling, tongue swirling ‘round the head. Tasting, teasing, tormenting. The feel of Harry’s soft hair in Draco’s clutching fingers and his moans and gasps coming faster, faster…his hips instinctively rocking as Harry sucks his cock harder, deeper…yes…so close…so hot, so wet…Harry’s tongue running from base to tip…
“Er, Malfoy?” Harry’s voice? Snapping back from his erotic daydream, Draco blinked at Harry, who was regarding him with an odd expression. Draco shifted in his seat, thankful that the table hid the evidence of his raging hard-on. He felt the warmth of his cheeks and knew he must be flushed. Sliding the Malfoy Mask into place, Draco looked balefully at Harry. “Yes, Potter, what is it?” He knew he should work up a sneer or a glare but having been launched directly from his Dream into a conversation with the object of his lust, Draco couldn’t convince his face to comply.
“Er, you all right Malfoy? You seemed a little…out of it,” Harry spoke cautiously, anticipating Malfoy’s scathing reply and not really sure why he was compelled to ask in the first place.
Still gathering his wits, Draco replied, “Fine, fine…just…thinking. Er, what did want Potter?” As much as he enjoyed the sight of Harry standing before him in real life, with his hair tumbling messily over his brow, Draco was desperate to get out of the library and give himself some relief.
“Oh, ok, um, well, I was wondering if I could…borrow your notes from Potions last Thursday, the ones about blood-replenishing potions? I, er, well, I’m working on the homework assignment and my notes got splashed with the pomegranate juice we were using and I’m having a hard time reading them, so when I saw you here, I thought I’d ask if you’d mind loaning them to me for a bit…” Realising he was babbling, Harry trailed off, wondering what in the world had possessed him to even think that Malfoy would loan him his notes! Why would the git help him? He should have just gone back to Gryffindor Tower to get Hermione’s, which is where he’d been heading when he’d seen Malfoy and for reasons he couldn’t fathom, had changed directions to approach the little ferret…Draco’s drawl cut off his mental ramblings.
“Depends, Potter,” said ferret was saying. “Who spilt the juice on your notes?”
“Ron did, it was…” Draco cut him off.
“Then, yes, you may borrow my notes. I’m done with the assignment so just get them back to me in class tomorrow.”
Harry blinked in surprise. Malfoy was going to let him use his notes? What was the catch? “Why did you ask who spilt the juice? Why does that matter?”
Draco smirked. “Well, Potter, I wanted to make sure you hadn’t been the clumsy one. I can’t be giving out my notes to someone careless, now can I?” While Harry stared, bemused, Draco dug around in his satchel and pulled out the notes in question. “Use them well Potter—perhaps you’ll be able to manage an ‘O’ with their help,” A smile twitched on Draco’s lips as he handed Harry the papers.
“Er, thanks Malfoy. If I do pull an ‘O’ I’ll owe you—Snape’s only given one piece of my homework an ‘O’ ever in the past five years,” Harry made the effort to match Draco’s light tone.
“Really, Potter? I’m shocked he’s even given you one! However did you do it? Put him under the Imperius?” Harry could swear that Malfoy was joking with him. What the hell was going on?
Harry tried a small smile in response. “Yes, well, I about fell off my chair when I saw it! It was an essay last year about the effects of Polyjuice Potion…and let’s just say I’m quite familiar with them.” Harry couldn’t help but grin at the memory.
“Really? Taken up secretly brewing potions in our free time, have we Potter? I’m impressed. And just who did you Polyjuice into?” Draco’s eyes were lit with wicked glee.
“Sorry, that bit of information is classified top secret. If I told you, I’d have to…”
“Kill me, yes, I know,” Both boys grinned, then sobered as the thought of Harry killing Draco suddenly reminded them of who they were.
“Yes, well, it’s been lovely chatting, but I must be off. Be sure to return those notes on Monday, Potter—don’t make me have to hex you again.” Draco lips quirked in a small smile to let Harry know he shouldn’t get defensive. Draco began to gather his papers together, readying himself to leave. His erection wasn’t quite as urgent now, but having his first, actual conversation with the boy from his Dream had in no way diminished his need altogether.
“Right,” Harry said. “Well, thanks. See you…later.” With a nod, Harry turned and walked back to his table on the other side of the library. Draco shouldered his satchel and made a swift exit, heading quickly down the hall and up the stairs to the prefect’s bathroom. He was quite anxious to lock its door behind him and return to the daydream Harry had interrupted…
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A/N: Well, just a little taste of some Harry-n-Draco there—sorry, it will be a few more chapters until the real thing. After all, they do have several years of animosity to get over before they can get that close! And then there is Draco’s dream about Harry and Lucius to consider.
The title and author of the book Draco was reading, Dreaming the Future by Praenuntius Somnium, are my own inventions, as are Draco’s ‘ancestors’ Henrietta Dormigas and Eldred Nigel. The other two \'ancestors\', however, are from the Harry Potter universe and I located them at www.hplexicon.com.
For those of you who like this kind of thing, the Latin roots/meanings for the names I created are:
Somnium—dream
Praenuntius—foretelling
Dormio—to sleep
Eldred—Old Counsel (Old English)
Nigel—black
As always, thanks for the reviews!!! You guys rock!
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For disclaimer, summary, story codes and other information, please see the prologue.
Chapter the Thirteenth: UnSeen Discoveries
A week later
7 September
The first week of term passed uneventfully for Draco; that is to say, classes were fine, no one seemed to suspect him of turning away from the Dark Lord and he hadn’t had any new dreams.
Draco went to Dumbledore’s office and met with the Order members as planned. He’d been relieved that only a few were present: Dumbledore, Professors Snape and McGonagall, the werewolf Remus Lupin, the real Mad-Eye Moody and the Auror named Tonks. She was some kind of cousin to him and had bright green hair. Her unique hair colour had shocked him much less than the presence of Snape, however. Snape, a double agent? It was hard to believe. Well, no, on second thought, it wasn’t that hard to believe! Draco comforted himself with the knowledge that at least he wasn’t the only Slytherin turncoat at Hogwarts.
Draco had hidden his nerves well, but Moody’s magical eye gave him the creeps and he avoided making eye contact with him. Instead, he focused on the Headmaster. Snape had given him the veritaserum and Draco had answered all of Dumbledore’s questions, with more detail than in the first interview. He had told them of how Lucius had used the Cruciatus Curse and why. He had recounted his dream of Lucius’ death. When asked by McGonagall if Harry could have transfigured something into the shield he used, Draco told her there was nothing in the area to be transfigured. Dumbledore asked him if he knew where the dream took place. Draco didn’t, except that he had the impression that the duel happened outside. When all was said and done, he’d been asked to swear allegiance to the Order and its cause. After giving his oath, Dumbledore had told him to keep quiet about everything and that he would be called soon for another meeting to discuss how Draco could assist the Order.
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Sunday found Draco in the library quite early. It was his first opportunity to follow up on the Headmaster’s cryptic suggestion that he research his family’s history; an obscene amount of homework for the 6th years had prevented him from starting sooner. He settled in at a table in the back of the library with a selection of genealogy books. He spent several hours poring over the dusty tomes without finding any information regarding the Malfoy or Black branches of his family tree that in any way seemed to relate to his dreams. Draco stopped briefly for tea in the Great Hall, then returned to his task.
He wasn’t finding anything that seemed applicable but it was fascinating to read about his long-dead ancestors. It amused him to learn that he was related to Herpo the Foul, the wizard who first created the basilisk during the time of the ancient Greeks. Naturally, he was a Parselmouth! Draco snickered quietly when he read that he was also related to Barberus Bragge, the wizard who introduced the Golden Snidget, a tiny bird, to the game of Quidditch back in the 13th century. During the next century the little bird was replaced with the Golden Snitch. ‘Perhaps I was destined to become a Seeker?’ he asked himself, still laughing quietly.
Then it hit him. Destined. Destiny. Fate. Divination. Prophecy. Premonition. Dreams. Draco jumped up and gathered texts about Seers and Dreams. He found what he was looking for in the third he checked, a very old book titled Dreaming the Future by Praenuntius Somnium. In a list of famous Seers from the 10th century, he read:
Henrietta Dormigas (c. 970-1010). Respected witch from the area now known as Calais. Was reputed to have foreseen the downfall of the local chieftain in a dream as well as the death of her son, the coming of a drought and the marriage of the children of two rival families that led to peace in the region for many years.
Dormigas! Where had he seen that name? Draco flipped back through a genealogy book until he found mention of a Dormigas branch of the Black family tree. Reenergized, he scanned Dreaming the Future some more and found three more Seers with connections to his mother’s side of the family—one who had died as recently as 1851!
Draco was especially curious about this Seer, so he swiftly scanned the long article about his life and marveled at the number of accurate prophecies he made. Then he read something that made his heart skip a beat:
In the mid-1820s, when Eldred Nigel was approaching the century mark of his life, he registered a recurring prophetic dream. Although it was far from the most detailed of Nigel’s prophecies, it was news none-the-less. Nigel described his dream: “It is a dark dream. It bodes ill. It foretells the one who has the power to end us all. One hundred years hence, when my old bones will finally be at rest, a star will die and fall as one year closes and another begins. Whilst this star dies, a new life will be born. She who births the child will be his first victim; the babe will be without parents before the sun sets on the first day of the new year. Tainted from birth, a Dark Wizard twists and slithers through our world, poisoning all he touches. He has the power to poison us all without using a single potion. One hundred years hence, a dying star portends the end of a time of peace and heralds the coming war.” This prophetic dream regarding events a hundred years into the future is by far the furthest into the future that Nigel ever Saw.
So it was possible that his dreams were foretelling future events! Draco sat back, stunned. This ancestor, Nigel—had he truly foreseen the coming of the Dark Lord? Draco had no idea when Voldemort had been born, but he suspected Dumbledore would know. He made up his mind to ask him. Just as shocking was the knowledge that he may have inherited the ability to dream the future. He’d never heard mention of any Seer blood in the family. Had it been hushed up? Forgotten? Considered unimportant? He planned to ask his mother in his next letter home. If his dreams foretold future events, Harry would indeed kill Lucius. Draco tried to decide how he felt about this. He found it churned his stomach a bit and already having quite a lot to digest at the moment, decided to think on it later. What about other dreams he had experienced? What about The Dream with Harry…
The Dream where Harry appears from out of nowhere and pulls him into that pitch-black classroom and snogs the breath out of him. Firm lips pressing against his own, slick tongue caressing then slipping between his lips. The tongue is magic in Draco’s mouth, magic on Draco’s body. Exploring the warm cavern of his mouth, tracing the edges of his teeth, twisting to tangle with his own as he moves past his momentary shock and begins to enthusiastically participate. Passion beginning to rise as the kiss deepens. The taste of Harry’s mouth, the feel of Harry’s slightly rough hand on his cheek, the feel of Harry’s other hand moving in slow circles on his chest. Over his skin while their tongue dance. The sound of Harry moaning his pleasure as Draco lightly nips his tongue with his teeth, the sound of his own deep groan as Harry’s tongue leaves his mouth to feast on his neck. A lick here, a nip there, a wet path trailing down his neck, below his shoulder, down his chest to his nipple. The jolt of heat that lances straight to Draco’s groin as Harry’s mouth latches on and begins to suck, to tease. The feel of hard stone against his head when he tosses it back in bliss. The wet path tracing across to his other nipple before moving down, down, slowly down. Fingers brushing against, then lightly squeezing his erection through his trousers as they move to unfasten them. The only sound Draco can hear is his own heavy breathing. Warm breath on his swollen member, callused fingertips trailing from head to root before wrapping around the base. A teasing swipe of tongue over its seeping slit. Arousing wet heat surrounding his cock at last. The feel of those lips encircling him brings him closer to the edge. Sweet suction, pulling, tongue swirling ‘round the head. Tasting, teasing, tormenting. The feel of Harry’s soft hair in Draco’s clutching fingers and his moans and gasps coming faster, faster…his hips instinctively rocking as Harry sucks his cock harder, deeper…yes…so close…so hot, so wet…Harry’s tongue running from base to tip…
“Er, Malfoy?” Harry’s voice? Snapping back from his erotic daydream, Draco blinked at Harry, who was regarding him with an odd expression. Draco shifted in his seat, thankful that the table hid the evidence of his raging hard-on. He felt the warmth of his cheeks and knew he must be flushed. Sliding the Malfoy Mask into place, Draco looked balefully at Harry. “Yes, Potter, what is it?” He knew he should work up a sneer or a glare but having been launched directly from his Dream into a conversation with the object of his lust, Draco couldn’t convince his face to comply.
“Er, you all right Malfoy? You seemed a little…out of it,” Harry spoke cautiously, anticipating Malfoy’s scathing reply and not really sure why he was compelled to ask in the first place.
Still gathering his wits, Draco replied, “Fine, fine…just…thinking. Er, what did want Potter?” As much as he enjoyed the sight of Harry standing before him in real life, with his hair tumbling messily over his brow, Draco was desperate to get out of the library and give himself some relief.
“Oh, ok, um, well, I was wondering if I could…borrow your notes from Potions last Thursday, the ones about blood-replenishing potions? I, er, well, I’m working on the homework assignment and my notes got splashed with the pomegranate juice we were using and I’m having a hard time reading them, so when I saw you here, I thought I’d ask if you’d mind loaning them to me for a bit…” Realising he was babbling, Harry trailed off, wondering what in the world had possessed him to even think that Malfoy would loan him his notes! Why would the git help him? He should have just gone back to Gryffindor Tower to get Hermione’s, which is where he’d been heading when he’d seen Malfoy and for reasons he couldn’t fathom, had changed directions to approach the little ferret…Draco’s drawl cut off his mental ramblings.
“Depends, Potter,” said ferret was saying. “Who spilt the juice on your notes?”
“Ron did, it was…” Draco cut him off.
“Then, yes, you may borrow my notes. I’m done with the assignment so just get them back to me in class tomorrow.”
Harry blinked in surprise. Malfoy was going to let him use his notes? What was the catch? “Why did you ask who spilt the juice? Why does that matter?”
Draco smirked. “Well, Potter, I wanted to make sure you hadn’t been the clumsy one. I can’t be giving out my notes to someone careless, now can I?” While Harry stared, bemused, Draco dug around in his satchel and pulled out the notes in question. “Use them well Potter—perhaps you’ll be able to manage an ‘O’ with their help,” A smile twitched on Draco’s lips as he handed Harry the papers.
“Er, thanks Malfoy. If I do pull an ‘O’ I’ll owe you—Snape’s only given one piece of my homework an ‘O’ ever in the past five years,” Harry made the effort to match Draco’s light tone.
“Really, Potter? I’m shocked he’s even given you one! However did you do it? Put him under the Imperius?” Harry could swear that Malfoy was joking with him. What the hell was going on?
Harry tried a small smile in response. “Yes, well, I about fell off my chair when I saw it! It was an essay last year about the effects of Polyjuice Potion…and let’s just say I’m quite familiar with them.” Harry couldn’t help but grin at the memory.
“Really? Taken up secretly brewing potions in our free time, have we Potter? I’m impressed. And just who did you Polyjuice into?” Draco’s eyes were lit with wicked glee.
“Sorry, that bit of information is classified top secret. If I told you, I’d have to…”
“Kill me, yes, I know,” Both boys grinned, then sobered as the thought of Harry killing Draco suddenly reminded them of who they were.
“Yes, well, it’s been lovely chatting, but I must be off. Be sure to return those notes on Monday, Potter—don’t make me have to hex you again.” Draco lips quirked in a small smile to let Harry know he shouldn’t get defensive. Draco began to gather his papers together, readying himself to leave. His erection wasn’t quite as urgent now, but having his first, actual conversation with the boy from his Dream had in no way diminished his need altogether.
“Right,” Harry said. “Well, thanks. See you…later.” With a nod, Harry turned and walked back to his table on the other side of the library. Draco shouldered his satchel and made a swift exit, heading quickly down the hall and up the stairs to the prefect’s bathroom. He was quite anxious to lock its door behind him and return to the daydream Harry had interrupted…
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A/N: Well, just a little taste of some Harry-n-Draco there—sorry, it will be a few more chapters until the real thing. After all, they do have several years of animosity to get over before they can get that close! And then there is Draco’s dream about Harry and Lucius to consider.
The title and author of the book Draco was reading, Dreaming the Future by Praenuntius Somnium, are my own inventions, as are Draco’s ‘ancestors’ Henrietta Dormigas and Eldred Nigel. The other two \'ancestors\', however, are from the Harry Potter universe and I located them at www.hplexicon.com.
For those of you who like this kind of thing, the Latin roots/meanings for the names I created are:
Somnium—dream
Praenuntius—foretelling
Dormio—to sleep
Eldred—Old Counsel (Old English)
Nigel—black
As always, thanks for the reviews!!! You guys rock!
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