The Irish

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Chapter 2: the Arrival

The day of the arrival of the student from Ireland had finally rolled around. It was September 21st. All of Draco\'s classes were either interesting, or demnding, or both. After his classes were finished, he headed back to his room. All seventh years got there own room and bathroom attached to their house commons. He cleaned himself up and put on a nicer pair of robes, then stood in front of his mirror evaluating himself. His hair was fairly short, gelled into short spikes. He was broad through the shoulder, had a smallish waist, and his body was toned and packed with wiry muscles, just the physique for a seeker. Draco was averagely tall, but longer in the leg, leading up to a nice, tight ass.
Facing his reflection, Draco smiled and turned away, wondering why he was questioning his looks. After all, it was just a barbarian Irishman right?

***

Standing outside in the cool dark night, Draco talked to his friends, complaining about the newest confrontation he had had with Potter. \"I swear, that ponce just does it to annoy me. I would not be suprised if he lived just to make me grouchy. And he is damn good at it!\" He laughed, though he was half serious.
\"I know what you mean, man! That kid probably practices come-backs in the mirror for when he runs into you. But that last time! That was truely low! To imagine he would hit you about your parents. That\'s just low, even for him.\" Blaise Zabini agreed whole-heartedly with what Draco said. Just after the defeat of Voldemort last year, Draco had learned that his parents had died in the struggle. His father had been a devout Death Eater, and his mother had obeyed his every word, so she was not spared either. Draco never knew who killed them or how, but he had his suspicions.
Ahead of the students gathered on the front steps of the school, a fire blazed to life. The students and staff silenced alike, for this fire was made of white and red flames, floating just above the ground, not burning from anything. There could be heard a faint chanting, the words indistiguishable. A figure could be seen in the flames, becoming clearer by the second, and the chanting with it. Finally, a young man stepped out, clothed all in red. He wore a wreath of ivy on his brow and held in his hands an apple and a small knife. As he stepped forth, the flames dimmed and faded away. He stood before Dumbledore and spoke in a deep, ringing but quiet voice:
\"As the Wheel turns, the seasons pass, and years give way to the next,
Guide me Wise Ones, lest I forget
Every beginning has and end, and every end is a new beginning.
In Life is Death, and in Death is Life.
The Sacred Dance goes on and on from whence we came, we shall return,
And come again.\" (1)
He then took the apple and sliced it in half through the middle, to reveal the natural pentacle. He gave one half to Dumbledore and took a bite from his own, Dumbledore doing the same.
\"Well met Lucius O\'Conner. How was your journey?\"
\"It went well Headmaster Dumbledore. The trance blocks out most of the pain, but it was not comfortable. A cràdh (2)! You would not believe it! Like... burning agony. But it is worse when not on a solstice or equinox. But I am fine, though it is a bit cold out here.\" Again, his voice was quite, but deep and rich. It wrapped itself around everyone present and kept them warm out in the cold, like a worn and comfortable blanket.
\"Please forgive me my lack of sense. Come, into the Great Hall. You will be sorted into a school house and then we will have the feast!\"
Everyone followed the Headmaster and newest student into the hall. Draco trailed behind with his friends while all the younger children went in first. His eyes stayed glued to the new boy. All through that strange arrival and the conversation with the batty old man, his face had not been revealed, kept hidden by shadows and the hood of his cloak.
While everyone sat down at their respective tables, Dumbledore introduced all the teachers to the boy. No one shook hands, just bowing slightly, or not so slightly. Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a stool and the sorting hat. It did not sing as it did at the beginning of the year, just sat there waiting. \"If you would please remove your cloak and place the hat upon your head Lucius,\" Dumbledore said to the boy.
He lifted his hands to his neck and undid the clasp, then flung back his hood and removed the cloak. A soft gasp went up throughout the hall, even from the teacher\'s table. He was literally a stunning young man, striking everyone dumb for a moment. His face looked like it was carved by a master sculpter, finely chisled and divinely perfect. His eyes were fairly large for a man\'s, but were perfect for their violet colour. Hie hair was black as a midnight sky, falling down his back to his hips in flowing sheets. It was obvious that under his well tailored robes was a body that was muscular and toned with wide shoulders, a slim waist and the slightest flare of hips. He held his scarlet cloak in his hands as he sat and placed the sorting hat on his head. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see where he would be sorted.

***

Harry was entranced by the Irishman. Harry had confessed his bisexuality to his friends just after his defeat of Voldemort. He was tired of being who and what everyone else wanted him to be. So he told them who he truely was. At first they were in shock, and then Ron avoided him for a while, but Hermione accepted it fairly quickly. Ron took longer to firgure out that he was safe, that Harry didn\'t like him that way. For all that, not many others knew. Harry liked his privacy and didn\'t like to give fuel to the gossips.
He had been with a few men, a few women, but none had truely touched him, deep down. They were just quick fucks, people interested in having a romp with the Boy-Who-Lived-And-Defeated-Voldemort. He hadn\'t gotten laid in a while though, and the near physical perfection of this young man had him hooked and wanting more. Him and everyother girl and guy in the school.

***

Draco was stunned by this barbarian\'s good looks. He was a bit jealous that he didn\'t have a body like that. He was in excellent form, but he knew he was no match for this Irishman\'s physique. \'I wonder what he\'s like in bed? What the? What am I thinking?\' Little did draco know that he wasn\'t the only one entertaining such thoughts. Draco was devoutly straight, but he had odd moments when he thought about guys sexually, like now. He was a teenage boy, his hormones running high! Could you really blame him?

***

\'Why did they stick a blood old hat on me? How is this supposed to decide what house I\'m in?\' Lucius O\'Connor\'s thoughts went around in his head as such. He was totally clueless as to what was going on, but his face never showed it. It was schooled to an impassive, slightly bored expression.
\'Hmmm... I see you have plenty of courage, but also a sly intelligence. You are a cunning one aren\'t you? You do have a stunning aptitude for learning though. And such power! You would do well in either Hufflepuff or Slytherine, and Griffindor too. But were shall I put you, hmmm?\' The voice of the hat sounded in his ears, nearly making him jump in suprise. \'You have a real thirst for acceptance, but on your own terms, a very noble trait indeed. Then you want to show your strength and prove yourself, very agressive. Hmmm... I think, SLYTHERIINE!\" The hat shouted the last word to the room after a lengthy deliberation. Applause sounded from the appropriate table, dead silence from the others.
McGonagall took the hat and stool away while Lucius moved towards his new house table, searching for a place to sit. Draco had a bench to himself, his cronies sitting further away or across from him. Upon coming to this open seat, Lucius raised an eyebrow in question and recieved a faint nod. He sat and the feast began.



(1) Mabon ritual incantation adapted from a ritual by Akasha Ap Emrys at http://www.wicca.com/celtic/akasha/mabonrit.htm
(2) Irish gaelic for \'the pain\'