All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" ...chap .14 'Intervention'


"Okay...I can tell you I'm not under a spell, but how did you figure it out?" Harry asked with weary resignation. This conversation wasn't supposed to come until after school was finished and Draco was safe. All he could do now was play along and hope he could gain their silence on the subject.

Ron just looked vaguely ill and terribly uncertain, but Hermione sat down next to Harry and seemed to have at least a moderate grip on her emotions.

"Harry, c'mon. It's us. We've known you for almost seven years. We knew SOMETHING was up two weeks ago. You were edgy and quiet all the time, then you stopped laughing at Ron's comments about Malfoy, all the while disappearing every night for a week. You implied you had a boyfriend, you didn't give his name, AND you blush whenever Malfoy is within a hundred yards of you. You really think we wouldn't notice? You're our best friend...we notice everything!"

Ron finally burst out, "I mean Criminey, Harry! Malfoy! Ya think we wouldn't notice that! I mean it's...it's...GAH!, it's MALFOY, Harry. We thought he'd finally gone off his nut and charmed you into being his studpuppet or something." Ron looked vaguely desperate for an explanation. Harry wasn't really offering one and didn't plan to...until he'd made them suffer a little for their stunt.

"Well, Ron..." Harry leaned forward with an intent gaze that made Ron suddenly nervous. "Draco didn't charm me...but I am his studpuppet...and it's working out great. We're awesome in the sack together...legendary actually. I pound him into the mattress like a porn star and he makes me feel like God. Orgasms, Ron, we have them...lots of them...whole pots of 'em, we rattle 'em off like machine guns. He's got an ass that never quits and I love getting in it!"

Ron suddenly slid out of his chair and moved toward the door, white and shaking. "'Mione...gotta go...c'mon love...open the door, PLEASE!"

"Ron, thats just what he wants! He doesn't want to talk about this and he's trying to run you off! Harry, please relax, we just want to know what's going on and help you if we can."

"LET HIM, LOVE! I don't think I can handle this. It's bloody working already. I can't hear this!" Ron looked vaguely green about the gills. Harry stifled a chuckle as he thought of how that clashed with Ron's red hair.

"RON...sit and relax, breathe deep, you'll be fine. Let me do the talking. Harry, it's obvious there are some parts to this we don't understand. If you share just a little of them maybe we'd be able to understand this better. Please, love?"

"Alright already...fine...fuck it...here's every shred of my personal life. You want it, you got it. Malfoy and I shagged after that party two weeks ago; we couldn't get it out of our minds after that. Even through a blur of Firewhiskey, we were really good together. We made it about a week before we cracked and tried to yank the memories out using a Pensieve. I watched him break down and cry when he saw the memories of us together that night. I couldn't take it...just watching him, hurting and alone, like that. We've been together ever since.

I think I always wanted him. We were just trained to act like prats to each other so it kept us apart. As soon as we let all that old shite go, everything was perfect. I love him, Hermione. I mean really love him, like he's air and I've been drowning all my life. He's not like you think. The way he acts is all about surviving in the Slytherin snakepit. Take that away and he's the sweetest person I've ever met.

If you two spill this to anyone he could get hurt...and if either of you hurt him or get him in trouble down there, I swear I'll never forgive you. He needs me. I wanted to tell you...I did...really, but I knew there'd be some fucked up scene like this and I didn't want that. OF COURSE I GOT IT ANYWAY! Thank you very much! There! Happy?" Harry took a deep breath and looked at his silent and stunned friends. "Well? Cat got your tongues? Or will I need a new battery of magic tests?"

Like always, Hermione rallied first. "Harry, I'm sorry. I just didn't know. You didn't tell us anything. We'd no idea you felt that way about him. It's just, with a war on and all, we kind of saw evil plots where there weren't any. I guess it makes sense, kind of. Are you sure he loves you as much as you love him?"

"Hermione, I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. He's actually brilliant and sweet and funny when we're alone together. You really don't know him...but I'd like you to. I'll have to tell him about this...then we can all meet together sometime. I want you guys to know him like I do...(the image of a naked Draco, ankles around Harry's shoulders, suddenly flashed through Harry's mind)well, not quite like I know him, but better than now.

Let me prove it. Here's some things we thought we knew about Draco. One, he doesn't 'do' Gryffindors, two...he doesn't have 'boyfriends', three...he doesn't care about anything but his status, four...he doesn't buy people gifts to say he cares. Now you know he's got a boyfriend...who's a Gryffindor...that could ruin his position in Slytherin...and look at this."

Harry pulled out the necklace beneath his shirt and held it up before them for inspection. "He had it made for me. This is one of a kind and it cost a bloody fortune. So what does that tell you?"

Ron looked a little worse for wear, but calmer and a little amazed. Hermione looked at the silver griffon and serpent, absorbing the tiny details in its flawless craftsmanship.

"Wow! Harry...I don't know what to say. I have to talk to him before all this sits right with me, but I guess Ron and I were wrong. I don't know about a lot of this, but I trust you. I believe you and if you say it's love I have to just accept it. This is still a 'freak out' of epic proportions, but I guess it's for real. Ron? You think you could manage meeting this 'real Malfoy' and play it cool?"

"Wheeew...Harry, you're still my mate, right? I know we buggered this all for a lark, but we're still good, right?"

"Yeah, Ron, I guess we are. You should know something else. He said some really nice things about your family after I told him about living at the Dursley's and your folks taking me in. If you start off nice you might get on fine with him. Just please try to remember that the things he used to do were his cover in Slytherin. No grudges, right?"

"Right then, wait...he said nice things about my folks? Sheesh...'Mione, we shoulda checked Malfoy for spells, not Harry! Just kidding mate...that's cool. I can meet him if he doesn't start off like the prat I remember. Say...Harry? Got an idea. If a night with you can make Malfoy a sweetheart, you MUST be bloody phenomenal in the sack...maybe we should get some candles and wine and hook you up with The Dark Lord. Let you shag the evil right out of him, whole war over in a weekend. It's brilliant!"

Ron's face had a forced cheerfulness, but he was holding back laughter at his own joke. Hermione had blanched momentarily, but was also holding in her laughter until she knew if Harry was okay with it.

Harry was silent for a few pained seconds, then lost it entirely. Then it was just the three of them together again, laughing so hard they cried. He was annoyed with them, quite a bit actually, but gods did he love them. Maybe this could be salvaged after all, as soon as he could breath again! He laughed so hard his side had a stitch that ached when he gasped for air.

"That's rich...I can see it now, Ron! Bloody Hell...get this...'I Was A Teenage Gigolo For The Auror Service'...movie of the week...", he pounded the table choking for a moment, "...seriously, mate...don't mention that one to the Order...they'll have me shagging every Death Eater in Azkaban! Instead of the bloody Kiss, they'll sentence 'em all to 'The Shag'! Draco'd be furious if I came back too tired for him!"

Hermione wiped her eyes and recovered just enough to throw her own jibe in. "All this time scouring ancients texts for a way to finish this war, who knew the secret weapon was in your pants all along!?"

They laughed a little longer, then spoke seriously about the future. Ron and Hermione promised to meet Draco in the week to come, and Harry swore they wouldn't regret it. They'd keep his and Draco's secrets like they kept the Order's, faithfully and well. A little luck and he'd have his boyfriend and his best friends getting on fine.

Harry left the study room with a sense of confidence back in place and carrying him high. He hoped things were going half as well for Draco. It worried him, thinking of his love, stuck in a viper's nest of backstabbing Slytherins. Draco deserved so much more, but nothing could change the situation until they got their schooling out of the way.

Harry dragged out some his homework and sat down in the commons, reading what he had to, writing what he needed, and saying hello to his classmates as they passed through. Not a bad Sunday really. At least it was only one night until he could see Draco again...and after a night alone in his own bed he'd be ready to see Draco in more ways than one.

Draco reached the Slytherin commons feeling giddier than even the week before. He was wonderfully sore, yet completely relaxed. He'd really pushed himself to surpass limits he didn't even know existed, and the reward was this afterglow that just didn't quit. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to shag anyone else again. All he wanted now was Harry, and somehow everyone else fell so far short of that mark now.

He was downright cheery when he strode through Slytherin House. He went to his quarters and carefully stowed his most beloved treasure in his trunk. Once it was securely locked and warded by magic, he tracked down Crabbe and Goyle and held court for a while. A few minor disputes needed settling among the younger years, but nothing serious.

It had seemed awfully quiet lately, or perhaps it was just that he was gone a lot more lately. Either way, it mattered little to him, this kind of nonsense was a waste of precious time that would be better spent snogging Harry witless, and it was only pretense that kept him here.

Blaise stopped by, hinting that a repeat of last week's shag might be fun, and Draco let him down easy, sticking to the implied and 'safe' story that he'd just shagged someone who was quite good and didn't need any help right now, and further had no intention of sharing this mystery partner with anyone, so that he could selfishly keep the 'goods' all for himself. Truthfully, for once, he wasn't even that horny for the day after a date. That double morning shag he'd gotten from Harry had left him utterly soothed.

When his duties as Slytherin's leader were out of the way, he dragged Crabbe and Goyle off to town for a few rounds and some chocolates. The big lugs might be a little slow, but loyalty should be rewarded after all...he even told Blaise and Pansy to join him later at The Three Broomsticks if they wanted a few rounds on his tab.

It was a good night to celebrate, even if he was the only one who knew why! He wished they all could feel the way he did inside. That all of them could be as happy as he was, and maybe he couldn't change this shitty world, but he wasn't going to waste another minute making it worse.

Word got out that quite the Slytherin Bash was being held in town. Free Butterbeers for almost anyone! It was a great party and almost everyone old enough to go to town showed up. One who did not show up moved quietly through the seventh year dorms of Slytherin...one specific room on his mind.

The Locking Spell on the room was standard and easily removed. The spells on Draco Malfoy's trunk were tougher...and more dangerous. One did not toy with Malfoy's possessions lightly. That was alright though. The wanderer had a very special potion. It was quite rare and exceedingly hard to brew. He may not have that bitch Malfoy's knack for kissing Snape's ass, but he could brew a mean potion when he set his mind to it...and his mind was set on this.

This potion corroded magic the way an acid would corrode metal. It was quick and silent and the magic that locked and guarded Malfoy's trunk was gone in less than a minute. Malfoy's nemesis rifled through the trunk and found the prize he was looking for. What little jewel could hold so much value to one so rich?

In the twinkling depths of the jewel he saw something he almost couldn't believe. How absolutely perfect! Slytherin's Slut was Gryffindor's Whore!? Malfoy had just tendered his resignation as the leader of Slytherin House and didn't even know it! Ohhhh...when the others saw this it would be past time for a coup, and he would be ready to step in and lead Slytherin as it ought to be led!

He pocketed the jewel and closed the trunk. The Locking Spell on the door was replaced and all was silent in the seventh year dorm as one very happy man walked away.