Naga Inheritance

Sorry I haven't updated in so long... There's no excuse. And forgive me if there are mistakes. My Beta quit and I'll read over it, but I may miss something.... In general I'm sorry, but I hope you like it.

XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Eighteen XXXHPDMXXX

It was Friday. The week had been mostly fine, although the Gryffindors had been even worse than Harry had thought they'd be. He'd known they'd hate him, but he hadn't expected they'd go so far at every opportunity. In was only a week into the year and the Gryffindors were already in the negatives in points. Even the teachers who had always favored the Gryffindors could not ignore the appalling behavior of the students. The Gryffindors had even begun hexing him in class, in full view of the teachers. The only Gryffindor that had left Harry alone was Ron, and he hadn't said a kind word to him since the year began.

Only Dumbledore had been truly tolerant of the Gryffindor's behavior though, and although he had realized Dumbledore was not the kind person he'd always believed him to be, Harry was still sad to have the proof of it.

Not only was Harry depressed, he was also frustrated. In the entire week Harry had been living in the same dorm as his mate, they'd done little more than kiss. No sooner would Harry's hands creep down to touch his mate then Draco would rush off. He had a different excuse each time. He would suddenly remember a detention or be very hungry. He was very clever about it, and his acting was top notch, but as clever a Slytherin Draco was, so to was Harry and he had quickly realized what Draco was doing. Harry decided to put all his practice at acting like a Gryffindor to good use.

“Draco.” said Harry after their classes on Friday, sounding for all the world like Pansy Parkinson. They were sitting in the common room and a few people glanced up at the tone of Harry's voice. Though they had accepted their new Slytherin with open, if somewhat reluctant arms, they were still not used to the Golden Boy in their common room, especially not when he was acting like Parkinson.

“Yes?” replied Draco warily.

“Why haven't we fucked yet?” There was an immediate response from everyone in the vicinity, which is to say, they all fell out of their chairs. Even those who knew that Harry and Draco were dating, and that was nearly everyone, hadn't thought Harry was capable of asking something like that in the middle of the common room.

“Harry!” scolded Draco shrilly, getting up from the floor.

“You've been avoiding me.” continued Harry. “We've only kissed and you run away any time I try to do more. No one not included in the conversation was looking at the boys, but that was only because they had turned their ears toward them to better hear the conversation.

Draco glanced around. “Maybe we should have this conversation somewhere else.”

“Lead the way.” said Harry, gesturing to Draco. The other boy glared at him and stalked off to find an abandoned classroom or other such place.

XXXHPDMXXX One Such Abandoned Classroom XXXHPDMXXX

“Weasley.” said a fair haired boy nodding to a ginger headed one.

“Kyle.” said Ron dispensing with formality. “Please be serious. It's taken a week to set up this meeting and I don't want to waste time. The other Gryffindors have already realized I don't hex Harry and I can't afford to bring more attention to myself with strange absences.

“Ron then. Now you said in your letter that you have some insight on the dramatic change in the lions' behavior?”

“You mean the Gryffindors?”

“Lions Ronald, lions. We must speak in code if we do not wish to be discovered.

“Because no one knows lions means Gryffindors.”

“Regardless.”

“Whatever. Yes I have some insight as you put it. Dumbledore's a bloody traitor.”

“What?”

“He's the one who sicked all the Gryffindors, sorry all the lions on Harry.”

“What do you mean Wonka sicked all the lions on Osiris?”

“Wonka? Osiris?”

“Wonka is a psychotic muggle candy maker and Osiris is the Egyptian god of the afterlife who just wouldn't die.”

“Well it's cleverer than lions at any rate.”

“Well, er, Wonka.... is forcing the lions to act like this. I'm pretty sure he used imperio or something on them. The sixth year boys were all for supporting Harry until he showed up in the common room the next day. He hexed them I know it! I only heard a bit of what he said, but it was anti-Harry for sure.”

“What did you hear?”

“Well I didn't hear anything actually, but until he talked to them, they weren't like that, and it was like they completely forgot our talk! Could it be imperius?”

“Widespread imperio would be to difficult to maintain, but if he.... I'll have to do some research, meet me again in a few days. I'll know more then.”

“You'd better head back to your dorm then. I'm a prefect, but if you're caught out after hours you could be in major trouble, especially with Wonka's growing suspicion of Ravens.

XXXHPDMXXX In the Hall Outside XXXHPDMXXX

A blond haired girl stepped away from the door, humming to herself as her radish earrings swayed to the rhythm of her footsteps.

XXXHPDMXXX In a Slightly More Private Classroom XXXHPDMXXX

“Draco.”

“Don't say anything yet.” Draco cast several locking and silencing spells.

“Paranoid are we?”

“You'd be too if you had Lucius Malfoy for a father.”

“Well I have Sirius Black for a godfather and you don't see me putting up a dozen silencing spells to talk about sex.”

“No, you just blurt it out in the middle of the common room.”

“Worried about the ickle firsties?”

“I don't want my private business all over the school. By morning the whole school will know we haven't had sex and you're complaining about it. There will be at least a dozen explanations why.” Draco started pacing, practically growling in frustration. “Why did you have to do something so- so Gryffindor?”

“Because it was the Slytherin thing to do.”

“What?!”

“If I had asked you in private you'd have just avoided the question, but now if you don't answer me you know I'll do things to fuel even more rumors. It's not like I'm not used to them.” Harry's cynical grin struck a chord in Draco.

“It's because we're not bonded yet.” said Draco, admitting defeat. He looked away sullenly.

“What? I know for a fact you've had sex with plenty of people you're not married to. Hell, half the common room claims to have had an affair with you.”

“That's different. I'm a Slytherin, and a pure blood at that. Having a dozen or so affairs before I settle down in practically expected. But the one I'm going to bond with is different. You're my mate, not just some sleazy Slytherin I'll fuck once or twice and forget. This is special.”

“That would be sweet, extremely sweet in fact, if not for the fact that your whole little speech sums up to no sex till we're married.”

“Bonded. We're wizards Harry, not muggles.”

“Bonded, married, it all adds up to some affair that wont happen for months and you haven't even proposed yet.”

“Of course I..... I haven't?” the shock on Draco's face would have amused Harry if he wasn't still caught up on the 'no sex' thing.

“I can't believe I've been so remiss. Forgive me Harry.” Draco dropped to one knee. “I, Draco Lucius Malfoy formally request the hand of Harry James Potter in bondage.”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Harry, this is serious.”

“Well of course I accept, how am I gonna get into you're pants otherwise?”

“Harry!”

“Just kidding, you know I love you you ponce.”

“I'm beginning to wonder if I feel the same.”

“You do, do you?” Harry leapt at Draco and began a massive tickle onslaught! “Take this, and this! How do you feel about me now? Huh? Huh?”

In a few short moments Draco was caught between laughing and gasping for air, and so he decided to turn the tables. Draco pushed Harry off of him so that his wayward mate landed with a soft thump on the classroom floor. He followed after him and pinned him there with both of Harry's hands held by a single one of his over his head. Draco's grin was positively evil. “I feel-” he said, tickling Harry with his free hand, “like you are entirely to clever for you're own good.”

“Harry began squirming under Draco, trying to escape the tickling, and then suddenly it stopped. Harry looked up at Draco's face and his breath caught. Draco's eyes were staring back at him, filled with desire. All Harry's blood rushed to his groin as he realized Draco was pressed intimately against him. He licked his lips.

Draco's eyes followed the action as he mimicked it, his own pink tongue swiping across his full bottom lip. Draco leaned down, his eyes locked on Harry's lip as he got closer, then, suddenly, he wrenched himself away, getting off Harry completely. “We have to stop.”

“We can't even kiss?”

“Not with me lying on top of you. Not while we're alone. I want you to much.” He gave Harry a final, pained look and left the classroom.

Harry stayed behind, fuming and wondering if he'd be able to walk far enough to get to a cold shower.

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Sorry for the wait, and the brevity. I'll try to work on it more. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, you inspire me. (I'm sorry, ignore the corniness.) I hope you're well, whoever and where ever you are.
Tenari Rose