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 Fourteen

All throughout Arithmetic I can't stop thinking about my next lessons. Flying is my next class and I'm nearly ecstatic because not only will I get to see my boy but I will get to fly once again which is one of my favorite activities. Also I will finally get to make that weasel boy pay for the way he treated my Harry and that is the best thing of all. I smirk when the bell rings and I briskly make my way towards the quidditch pitch with Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini trailing closely behind me.

When I make it to the pitch it is to see a long row of brooms laid out and I quickly pick the least damaged one of the bunch. My little entourage follows suit, each picking a broom close to mine, and when the Gryffindors arrive I call Harry over. Harry smiles and rushes over, throwing his arms around my shoulders and I hug him back, not caring who sees. I laugh at the expression on the Weasley's face who is standing a ways off. He scowls at me before stomping over to a unaccompanied broom. I laugh again and Harry draws back.

"Missed me?" I ask him as he straddles the broom next to mine.

Harry nods his head vigorously. "The Gryffindors are kinda...scary. They wouldn't leave me alone, I could barley breath!"

I nod my head in agreement because even though it is only the second day of classes anyone can see that the Gryffindors are way too nosy and obnoxious for their own good.

"Oh, Draco," Pansy says, getting my attention. "I would like to introduce you to Daphne Greengrass. I've invited her to our study session tonight."

I bow over Greengrass' hand, softly kissing the back of her knuckles, noting that even from the brief introduction with her it is clear the the redhead isn't as "girly" as Pansy. I smile at Greengrass as she settles over a broom next to Pansy and for a few minutes I regret that my parents engaged me to Pansy instead of Greengrass because even if she did have red hair (the weasel made me abhor this color) she had green eyes and if we ever were forced to be together (as Pansy and I would have to be one day), perhaps I could imagine her as my boy and the whole thing wouldn't seem so...gross.

Soon the Professor arrives and she begins instructing us on how to mount our brooms though I toon her out as I already know everything there is about broom riding. Eventually after taking too long in her explanation with the Gryffindor mudblood Dean Thomas, she instructs us to say "up" in order to call our brooms into our hands.

"Up," I say lazily and smirk when my broom raises instantly. I note that Harry's broom is firmly rested in his hand as well and the fact that the weasel's broom is rolling around on the ground uselessly. My internal musings are halted however when the voice of Madame Hooch raises as she shouts at the mudblood to lower his broom and dismount immediately. Apparently the mudblood isn't too smart because he rises higher in the air before falling off of his broom and longing on the ground with a sickening crunch that most likely means a broken wrist.

Madame Hooch runs over to the boy before confirming my thoughts about the mudblood's wrist. Quickly she rushes him off to the infirmary before stating that if any of us even glide on our broom we will be expelled from Hogwarts faster than we can say "quidditch." When Madame Hooch is out of site I smirk before walking over to the Weasley--this is my chance at revenge.

"That was a hard fall I hope your friend is OK, Weasley." I say this sentence in my most sincere voice. I know that anything I say to the weasel will infuriate him and as I have plenty of witnesses it will be easy to make Weasley the monster once he blows up over such an innocent exclamation.

"Why you, Death Eater scum! You probably cursed his broom so that he would fall of it. You're nothing but a evil Slytherin snake!"

I take a calculated step back and let my face show hurt shock. Yes, I must make this play as dramatic as possible. "Weasley, I did nothing to anyone's broom. I can test his broom for you now to prove to you that it is unhexed. After all, I am extremely good on a broom and it is expected that I will be the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts history." (Well, the youngest seeker in a century but the weasel didn't need to know that).

The weasel face turns a deep shade of puce and he lets out some form of caveman muggle scream before hurling himself at me and punching me scare in the face. Of course I make the weasel's punch more than it is and fall to the ground among the gasps of outcry of fellow students. I raise my left hand to my cheek and to any of the observers Weasley definitely looks the inhumane bully. I raise my head slightly and smirk at Weasley on the ground, shading my face with my hair so that only he can see.

Weasley face turns an even darker shade of puce but before he can punch me again Harry runs up between us, shielding my fallen body with his arms.

"Move out of my way, Potter," Weasley growls out impatiently, fists clenched.

Harry shakes his head back and forth furiously and I am too much in shock to get off of the ground and end this little ruse because I don't want my boy hurt and I hadn't planed on him jumping in the middle of the fray. Harry shakes his head again and the weasel growls before pulling out his wand and hexing, hexing my boy.

The class is in an uproar as they watch Weasley not only attack a unarmed student, but the boy-who-lived no less. Harry staggers back from the hex and ends up sprawled on top of my kneeled body. The weasel anger seems to increase as me and my boy touch but I am too busy checking over Harry to make sure if he is alright, in order to smirk in triumph at the weasel.

The Weasley is huffing and puffing and about to make another move. I raise my body from the ground and brandish my wand, about to hex the weasel in the next century when the sound of Harry voice stops me. "Draco," Harry says softly, clenching the end of my robe in distress. "My chain. It's gone. It must have fallen off somewhere, I can't find it!"

I look down at Harry and sure enough, the curse the weasel fired off was some form of hex that ripped the top of my boy's robe, exposing his pale chest to the light which was unmistakably absent of the gift I had bestowed upon him. Quickly, I look around for Harry's chain, wanting to find the missing jewelry quickly but not wanting to use any magic in case Madame Hooch back sooner than expected.

"There it is, Draco!" Harry exclaims, pointing a few feet off but before I can get the chain from the ground that idiot weasel picks it up first, dangling it from his index finder.

"Well, well, well...what have we here? I knew that Potter was a traitor but who knew that he was Malfoy's little slut. Well, Potter, how does it feel? Turning tricks for Malfoy trinkets? You're more of a whore than I thought, or maybe your just a thief--with a known heirloom dangling from your chain!"

I reach to take the chain back from Weasley and decide that yes, he is an impulsive idiot brute. However, he is (unfortunately) a pureblood just as I am and any old wizarding families can recognize the ring dangling from my boy's chain.

"Weasley, give Harry back that chain right now and I won't tell Madame Hooch about this little incident."

The Weasley smirks at me before quickly mounting his broom. "No, I don't think so," the weasel says and somehow this time he manages to get his broom in the air. "If you want this chain so much, why don't you come and get it."

I turn around towards the direction of my broom but Harry grabs my robes in his hands again. "No, Draco, you heard what Madame Hooch said. I don't want you to get expelled!"

"Aww, what's wrong Malfoy? Can't ride a broom? Or perhaps that whore of yours has you on a tight leech."

I turn back around, with Harry clinging tightly to my robes, then smirk up at the weasel. "Actually, Weasley, I can ride a broom rather well. However, unfortunately for you Madame Hooch is about to arrive ergo there is no nee..."

"Mr. Weasley!" Madame Hooch screeches. The weasel face quickly turns from an angry puce to a sickly white. I pull out my wand and whisper "accio heirloom" and it is naught but a few seconds before Harry's chain is firmly rested in my grasp. There is no way in hell I'm letting the Headmaster get his hands on a Malfoy heirloom, especially since that is precisely where Madame Hooch is leading the Weasley boy.

"Class dismissed!" Madame Hooch says angrily as she storms to the Headmaster's office with the weasel following dejectedly, though that doesn't stop him from throwing me a glare over his shoulder.

I sigh before taking Harry's hand in mine and leading him after Madame Hooch's retreating figure. "What are you doing?" Harry asks me as we quickly leave the quidditch pitch. I wave off my entourage as they attempt to follow me and Harry.

"I'm taking us to the Headmaster's office." I say simply before increasing our pace as Madame Hooch rounds a corner. "Because the Headmaster will need to know what Weasley did to you."

"Oh," Harry says softly. I frown at the tone of his voice and stop my walking. When Harry realizes that I'm not walking he stops as well, turning to face me. "Draco, what is it?" Harry asks, clearly confused by my manner.

I take Harry's hand in mine, drawing him closer to me. I stare intently into his bright emerald eyes, easily spotting fear as well as shock. The fight with Weasley must have been the first time my boy was hexed.

"Harry, its going to be OK..."

Harry shakes his head back and forth furiously. "It's not going to be OK. Ron's a bully, like Dudley, just like Dudley..."

I place both my hands on Harry's shoulder, bringing a quick end to my boy's ramblings. "Harry," I say softly. "After the Headmaster sees what Weasley did to you--"

"No!" Harry yells, taking a step back from me. My arms fall uselessly as Harry wraps his arms around himself. "It's hopeless. He's not gonna believe me. No one ever does. We shouldn't even go! It's useless, completely useless..."

"Harry, I will do everything within my power to make sure that Weasley gets punished for the way he treated you."

"But--"

"Harry," I say loudly in order to stop his protests. I walk forward, folding my arms around him again. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," my boy says, no hint of hesitation in his voice. I smile down at him before giving him a soft kiss above his brow. I can feel the tension leave my boy's body and I sigh in relief. I pull back from him, never letting my smile leave my face. I pull Harry's chain out of my robe pocket. "Oh," Harry exclaims in shocked surprise.

"That fool Weasley dropped it when he was on the broom." Harry nods his head and smiles as I fasten the chain once again around his neck.

"Come on," I say when I'm done. "We shouldn't dally too long. I'm sure Weasley has already filled the Headmaster's ears with an excessive amount of lies. We better hurry."

Harry nods and I take his hand in mine quickly leading the both of us to the Headmaster's office.

Tbc...