Lufian Simle

Harry sighed happily and gently stroked the beloved hands that went
around his waist


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Darinka Bronz
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Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest
belongs to JK Rowling.

 

Rating: Mild R I’d say.

 

Authors
Note: My first
DM/HP fic. Please tell me what you think. It’s something of an AU and WIP. Not
beta-ed yet, I’m not even sure it’s finished yet.

 

 

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* Lufian Simle * ~
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“Mmhm.”

 

“No.”

 

“Oh, I
think you do.” Harry chuckled. “It’s quite hard to forget something like that.”

 

“No, it’s
not.” Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at his beloved Harry. “Obli-”
Harry kissed him and he melted. “You’ve spent too much time with us Slytherins,
haven’t you?” he asked when they parted. Harry just smiled, took his wand and
put it back into his pocket.

 

“I thought
that was quite the experience.” Harry said smugly. “Seeing you coloured bright
pink from head to toe-”

 

“Was
embarrassing.” Draco cut him off. “Come to think of it, I still haven’t taken
revenge on the Weasley twins for that.”

 

“Well, at
least the rest of the school had fun. Colin’s pictures circulated for weeks.”

 

“Yes,
indeed they did, and then I smashed his camera. One of my greater triumphs even
if I say so myself.”

 

“And what
was the greatest triumph?” Harry asked coyly.

 

Draco
pretended to think over it. “Hmm, well, there was that-” the Gryffindor elbowed
him and he chuckled. “Alright, alright, you know it’s you.” He hugged Harry
even closer.

 

* * *



After a
rocky start with the Duelling club, Harry and Draco managed to work together.
They could now and then be seen in the corridors chatting quietly about
duelling, Quidditch, the Death Eater hunting and other things. Viktor and
Oliver were very well liked by the first years, and everything generally went
well. Though no one had managed to think of something to cheer up the lower
years. That is, until one very boring History of Magic class.

 

Draco was
watching Harry throughout the entire class, but the Gryffindor was once again
sketching something. Binns was droning on and on about how Muggles had nearly
discovered the magical world some twenty years ago.

 

“Muggles,”
Harry muttered. “Muggles… Muggles…? Muggles! Herm! That’s it!” Harry had
tu to to Granger and began whispering quickly. Draco couldn’t hear what he
said, but by Granger’s look which went from disapproving to doubting to happy
he could guess that it was something big. When the class was over the two of
them were still talking quietly together.



Over the
week Draco spotted them talking with different members from different Houses.
He even saw Harry talking with Snape, and Snape actually smiled! McGonagall had
agreed to whatever they had planned almost immediately, as had Dumbledore. Krum
was helping as well, disappearing after breakfast and returning right before
dinner on several occasions, carrying big boxes or many heavily loaded bags. In
the end even the Weasley twins made a permanent appearance at the castle, and
Potter and Granger were smack in the middle of it.

 

One day he
overheard Granger and Harry talking together in a corridor.

 

“When is
the last shipment coming in?” Granger asked.

 

“Tonight,”
Potter replied. “Dobby’s delivering it to me at two a.m.”

 

“I suppose
you’ll be going to the kitchens then?” Harry must’ve nodded. “Alright, but take
your Invisibility Cloak with you. You know that Filch and Peeves have a
personal vendetta against you, and I am not covering for you any more.”

 

“I can’t
take it Herm, the package is too big. In fact, I’ll be surprised if I manage to
get it to your rooms without damaging something.”

 

Draco
grinned. Finally he was going to see what these two were up to. All he had to
do was follow Harry tonight. It would be a walk in the park.

 

- - - - - - - -

 

A walk in
the park indeed. Potter was damn good at hiding in the shadows, and he used
several secret passages that Draco had had no idea existed. Good thing he knew
exactly where the Gryffindor was headed, or he’d have trouble finding him
again.

 

By the time
the blonde Slytherin reached the corridor with the painting of the bowl of
fruit, Harry was there already talking to a House Elf. A long, round something
wrapped in black cloth was leaned against the wall beside him.

 

“Thanks for
the help Dobby.” Potter said.

 

“I is glad
to be of service to Mr Harry Potter sir,” the creature bowed.

 

“Couldn’t
have done it without you,” the Gryffindor picked up the black thing. He seemed
to have trouble balancing it.

 

“Is Mr
Harry Potter sir needing help?” the House Elf asked.

 

“No, no,
I’ll be fine. It’s just a bit heavy, is all. And Seamus is supposed to meet me
in the Entrance Hall and help me. Bye Dobby.”

 

“Bye Mr
Harry Potter sir!” the door to the kitchen closed.

 

Draco
watched in amusement as Harry tried to carry the long thing; it looked heavy
and the Gryffindor was having trouble balancing it. The Slytherin stepped out
of the shadows when smaller boy came closer, and caused Harry to jump in
surprise and drop his load.

 

“Well,
well, well, Potter, what do we have here?” he uncovered whatever it was that
Harry had been carrying. Several, thin, long sticks appeared. “What are you
going to do with these?”

 

“Um,
nothing?”

 

Draco
glared. “Don’t try to mess with me Potter, I know that something’s going on.
I’ll ask again, what are these sticks for?”

 

“One of
Hermione’s personal projects. You know how she gets.”

 

“Did anyone
ever tell you that you’re a terrible liar?” Draco stalked towards the nervous,
retreating Gryffindor. “For the last time: what are those sticks for?”

 

Harry’s
back met the cold stone wall and he gulped. He was so dead. Well, there was one
last thing he could attempt. If he could get to the Entrance Hall then he could
get Seamus help. “Oh my! Would you look at the time!” he ran. Or tried to. He
hadn’t taken more than a couple of steps before a strong arm wrapped around his
waist and pulled him back into Malfoy’s chest.

 

The
Slytherin twisted his arm behind his back and Harry hissed profanities in
Parseltongue. “And where do you think you’re going?”

 

“To the
kitchen?” Harry suggested and tried to wriggle free. His arm got twisted even
more for his efforts. “Dumbledore?”

 

“No, I was
thinking more towards Snape.” Draco smirked. “Even if he’s in on this… scheme
of yours, he doesn’t like people out of bed after hours.”

“If you
hand me over to him, Malfoy, you’ll never get to know what those sticks are
for.” Harry hissed.

 

“Keep
talking.” Draco was intrigued. Did Potter want to trade? How Slytherin of him.
He still had a good hold of the smaller boy’s wrist, but allowed the Gryffindor
to turn around.

 

“I tell you
what we’re up to and you let me go and don’t tell a teacher.” Even in the dark
corridor Harry’s eyes shone.

 

“You’ve got
a deal.” He said after a while.

 

“We’re
making kites.”

 

“Kites?”

 

“Muggle
toy, very fun; now can you let go of me?” Harry struggled.

 

“Nu-uh,
Potter. What are you going to use these… kites for?”

 

“To cheer
up the lower years. Malfoy, let go of me!”

 

“And when
can I expect this to happen?”

 

“Soon
enough, we’re almost finished.” Finally Draco let him go. Harry rubbed his
wrist. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Harry wrapped the black cloth around the
sticks again and made sure that nothing would fall out, then he lifted the
bundle and nearly lost it again as someone wrapped their arms around his waist
from behind.

 

“Here, let
me help you with that.” Oliver’s voice came from somewhere beside Harry’s ear.

 

“Um, I
don’t need help, but thanks anyway.” Harry sent a pleading look towards Malfoy.
The blonde looked pointedly at the bundle in Harry’s hands then at his face and
raised an eyebrow. The message was clear: he wanted to talk about what was
going to happen. Harry bit his lip. He had promised Hermione not to tell
anyone, and especially not Malfoy, but then Oliver nearly squeezed the air out
of him, causing him to drop the bundle for the second time, and he looked at
the Slytherin. And nodded.

 

Draco
smirked. “There, there, Wood, I am sure Potter can handle himself.”

 

“Stay out
of this Malfoy.” Oliver growled but he relaxed his hold on Harry who took a
deep breath. “Why don’t you just run off to your bastard Death Eater father?”

 

Harry
stared surprised at his former Quidditch captain. He knew that Oliver didn’t
like Slytherins, but that was to go a bit too far. Sure, Harry had also called
Malfoy’s father a Death Eater, but at that time Lucius Malfoy had been alive.
He turned towards Draco. The pointed face was emotionless, but the grey eyes
had gone stone hard and shone like metal in the dim light.

 

“Um,
Oliver, could you please let go of me?” Harry asked. If it came to a fight
between Malfoy and Oliver, he really didn’t want to be caught in the middle of
it.

 

But the
Keeper didn’t and he ignored Malfoy’s murderous glare.

 

“What’s
wrong Malfoy? Lucius took your tongue?”

 

“Oliver,
let go of me.” Harry hurriedly tried to squirm out of the way (what was this?
Hug-Harry-to-Hell-Day?). Draco Malfoy was not someone to mess around with in a
dark corridor. The blonde Slytherin was a snake ready to strike.

 

Oliver
turned to him. “Sorry Harry.” He finally let go, and that was a mistake. When
Harry ducked to pick up the sticks Malfoy picked this moment to stupefy Oliver.


 

Harry stood
up again and looked around. “Oi!” he looked down at the fallen Wood. “Good
aim.” He said to the Slytherin. “You should think of becoming an Auror or
Unspeakable.”

 

Draco just
stared at him. That wasn’t a half bad idea actually. He looked at the
Gryffindor who was trying to balance his load, sighed and pointed his wand.
Harry yelped when the bundle flew out of his arms and hovered in the air.
“Where to?” Draco asked.

 

“Head Girl
common room.”

 

“Well, come
on Potter. I want to interrogate you on the way.” Harry hurried up to the
blonde Slytherin and they walked in silence until they reached the Entrance Hall.


 

There they
found Seamus waiting. When the Irish boy spotted Harry he smiled and was about
to say something, but his face quickly fell when he spotted the Head Boy.

 

“Got caught
Harry?”

 

“Run along
to your dormitory Finnigan, and I might consider not taking points from
Gryffindor.” Draco growled and glared.

 

“Nu-uh! Not
if it means leaving Harry with you!”

 

“Seamus, I
can defend myself.” Harry protested. “I am not weak.”

 

“Shut up
Harry, you obviously don’t know your own go-” Seamus went flying backwards.

 

Draco
looked at the green-eyed boy who was pocketing his wand. “I should be taking
points for that and give you a detention, but I enjoyed it too much. Nice
reflexes.”

 

“Thanks.”
Harry glared at Seamus and stepped past him. Draco just sent the befuddled
Irishman a smug look and followed Harry down the corridor.

 

Seamus
stared after them in surprise, then a note of suspicion entered his gaze. In
the end he grinned and went back to Gryffindor Tower. If Harry and Malfoy
wanted some time alone, they would get it.

 

Harry
knocked on the door to t he Head Girl’s rooms. And Hermione opened.

 

“There you
are Harry. Really, did Seamus give you any-” she cut off when she saw Draco
standing behind a lip-biting, nervous Harry. “Oh, Harry, you promised!”

 

“It wasn’t
my fault ‘Mione! Malfoy actually saved me.” Harry protested as he entered
followed by said Malfoy.

 

“Oliver
again?! Really, who’d have thought that his ego would grow to the size of ele elephant? Being a Quidditch star has gone to his head; he thinks he can have
everyone and won’t take no for an answer. I’m telling you to keep away from
him.”

 

“I’m trying
to, but the guy just won’t give up. Please put the sticks over there,” Harry
pointed to a corner where other similar bundles rested against the wall.

 

Draco
directed the floating thing over to the others, then stared around the room.
Along the walls and floor stood what he supposed were kites. They looked plain
and he couldn’t for the life of him guess what they were used for. He shook his
head and looked at the other three in the room. Krum and Granger were cuddling
again and he sneered. Potter looked a bit embarrassed.

 

“Um,
‘Mione? I’m gonna leave now. I’ll drop in tomorrow before, no better make that after
breakfast.” He sighed and left, Draco at his heels.

 

“Are they
always like that?” Draco asked.

 

“Only when
it’s time to go to bed.” Harry replied. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
he asked.

 

“Ah, yes,
that fun-day you’re arranging. Is there anything weird and dangerous I should
expect?”

 

“Well, Fred
and George will be there, and Hagrid’s agreed to find some creatures for us.
So, yeah, I’d say that weird and dangerous is the whole theme of the day.”

 

“Indeed.”
Draco studied the other’s face for a second. “Off with you Potter, before I
change my mind about our deal and take away all your House points.”

 

Harry
rolled his eyes but sent him a small smile before disappearing down a corridor.

 

- - - - - - - -



A few days
later Draco was on his way to the library when he was nearly run over by a
horde of first, second and third years. He managed to grab a hold of a
first-year Ravenclaw as the boy ran past him.

 

“What the
devil is going on here?” he demanded.

 

“Haven’t
you heard? It’s all over the school! Every year’s out there!” the boy squeaked
excitedly.

 

“What’s all
over the school?”

 

“Why don’t
you go outside onto the ground and check it out for yourself?” the boy
suggested and ran off.

 

And Draco
did just that. He nearly gaped when he saw exactly what Potter, Granger and
Krum had been up to. All over the grounds small first-years were playing with
Muggle toys and games. Several courts were put up, some for volleyball,
football and basketball. Others were up for tennis and badminton. All over the
grounds there were running students with those kites on a string after them; as
the child ran faster the wind would pick up the kite and it would soar up to
mingle with the others. One part of the grounds were totally dedicated to a
paint war. The Weasley twins ran around and shot Muggle paint at anything that
moved. Dumbledore was there as well, and was happily shooting at Sirius Black
the Dog.

 

Draco took
one step onto the ground and stopped dead when he was drenched in paint. It ran
over his face and downwards. He could hear the Weasley twins congratulating
each other for their success. Suddenly someone began to gently dry the paint
off his face and he could hear a low chuckle.

 

“You’ll
have to watch out for those two, Malfoy,” Harry’s voice came form somewhere
beside him.

 

The blonde
Slytherin slowly opened his eyes when the handkerchief disappeared, and stared.
He was pink. Completely and utterly coloured pink. Potter was still standing
beside him with a small amused smile playing on his lips.

 

Draco
whipped out his wand. “Verda!” he growled and the twins were coloured
Slytherin green. And opposite to the paint dripping off Draco, this one
wouldn’t disappear for two weeks. There was a flash of a camera and a click and
Draco whirled around only to be blinded by another flash. “CREEVEY!!!!” he
bellowed.

 

“Um, Colin,
you’d better run.” Harry advised the young boy who grinned and was off. He
turned back to the seething Slytherin. “You do look really nice in pink
Malfoy.” He said and found himself coloured completely blue a second later.
“This means war!” and it did.

 

It turned
out to be the Paint War of the century. First it started with Harry and Draco,
then the Weasley twins were dragged in, then Sirius, Dumbledore and in the end
the entire school. Soon Houses paired off and Harry somehow ended up with the
Slytherins. He grinned and helped them completely terminate the Hufflepuffs
before turning on them and colouring them red and gold. The Slytherins hadn’t
expected this from the ‘Golden Boy’ and half of them fell before Draco managed
to tackle Harry and colour him green and silver. The other two Houses seemed to
loose their inspiration when they saw a bound and gagged, green-and-silver
Harry Potter hoisted in the arms of the Slytherins, and soon the Snakes had won
the war.

 

“Well,
that’s what you get when you’re smack in the middle of the snake pit.” Draco
said before letting the Gryffindor free.

 

Harry just
grinned happily, his green eyes dancing, not at all disturbed by the fact that
he had been taken prisoner for a short time. “Next time perhaps it’ll be you
who’ll be deep in the lions den.” He said while brushing some grass off his
robes. Not that this made him look any better as he had been hit so many times
with different colours that your really couldn’t figure out what his original colours
had been.

 

“I’ll see
you Saturday Potter.” Draco sent a small, rare smile at the Gryffindor before
walking away.

 

Harry just
stood there surprised. Malfoy had smiled at him. Malfoy had smiled at him.
And hell hadn’t frozen over yet. Would miracles never cease to be?

 

“Oh Harry,
this is wonderful!” Hermione appeared at his side and jumped up and down. “I
can’t believe Malfoy would actually do it!”

 

“Do what?”

“You have
no idea do you?” Harry shook his head. “He’s courting you!”

 

“Malfoy?
Courting? Me? You sure you didn’t eat one of those Completely Confusing Candies
the twins brought with them?”

 

She shook
her head. “I read in ‘Wooing and Marriages in the Wizard World’ that
old, powerful, mostly Slytherin, families court their future husband or wife by
showing their true self to them.”

“Huh?”

 

“The person
they are beneath the mask they usually wear. Like Malfoy. His mask of being a
cold, heartless bastard is just that: a mask. He smiled at you Harry, and he
let you loose from the bonds. That’s not something your everyday Slytherin
would do.”

 

“You really
think he’s…?”

 

“Yes!
Haven’t you seen the way he looks at you? And if that’s not enough to convince
you, how about this: in past years a day wouldn’t pass when we didn’t hear
about his numerous sexual adventures, right? Well, have you heard anyone talk
about them this year?”

 

Harry
thought about it. “No, can’t say I have.”

“Exactly!
Trust me on this Harry. Malfoy’s got his eyes set on you,” she giggled.
“Perhaps you won’t have to date one of those bikers Sirius knows after all.”

“Herm!”

 

* *
*

 

“Well, she
was right wasn’t she?” Draco smiled at Harry.

 

The green
eyes danced merrily behind the golden-framed glasses. “I was terrified the next
couple of days. Then I managed to somehow convince myself that it was some sort
of Slytherin trick and fought with everything I had.”

“And I
loved you even more for it,” he brought up Harry’s hand and looked at the
golden ring. “When did you begin to fall in love with me?”

 

“Draco, I’ve
told you a thousand times when I began to fall for your charm.” Harry laughed.

 

“Mmm, but I
so love this part.”

 

“Only
because you-”

 

“Take it
from the beginning, love.” Draco cut him off and Harry shook his head fondly.

 

“You’re
impossible, you know that?”

 

“I’m a
Malfoy, Harry, we’re always impossible. Now, the story?”

 

* *
*

 

Harry
looked up at the golden Quidditch hoops. He was enjoying sitting out on the
Quidditch pitch with only a book as company. The das sas still warm but with a
gentle wind that cooled him off. It was the very end of summer and leaves on
the trees were turning yellow, orange and flaming red. He really liked this
time of the year.

 

He turned
his eyes back to the book, A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

 

‘The Total Perspective Vortex derives its
picture of the whole Universe on the principle of extrapolated matter analyses.



To explain: since every piece of matter in the Universe is in some way
affected by every other piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory
possible to-’

 

Harry was
startled as the book suddenly disappeared form his grasp. Turning around
expecting to see Malfoy again, he got a shock when he saw Oliver standing
there. The Keeper looked at him with a hungry kind of look, and Harry slowly
stood up to ready to bolt at a moments notice. He cursed himself for forgetting
his wand back in the Gryffindor dorms.

 

“Oliver,
may I have my book back?” he asked.

 

“Why do you
refuse me all the time, Harry? Can’t you see that we’re made for each other? A
Seeker and a Keeper.”

 

“What are
you talking about?” Harry asked trying to play the oblivious one. “Please give
me my book back.”

 

Oliver
stalked towards him and Harry retreated careful to keep a couple of rows of
seats between himself and the other man. If it came down to a fight Oliver
would easily win.

 

“Harry,
don’t… what have I done to scare you away from me?” Oliver reached out a hand
towards Harry. “Come to me Harry. Please, let me hold you. I need you; you’re
so soft, so innocent, so impossibly beautiful. A dream come true. I must have
you Harry.”

 

“You’re
really beginning to freak me out.” Harry retreated another couple of rows and
was suddenly standing on the pitch itself. He backed up as the former
Gryffindor kept walking towards him. “Oliver…”

 

“Please
Harry, just give me a chance to prove it to you. I can be just as well-mannered
as Malfoy, I’ll buy you whatever your heart desires. Please, give me a chance.”
He begged.

 

Harry had
no idea of what to do. Or lor lookedpletpletely heartbroken. He had big, dark
bags under his eyes and the beard on his chin clearly showed that he hadn’t
shaved for days. There was a certain smell about him that Harry quickly
recognised as something that clung to drunk, or previously drunk, people.

 

He took an
uncertain step towards Oliver, and the other man grabbed him. The grip was
strong and it hurt, bruises would appear on his upper arms. Harry suddenly
realised what a mistake it had been and started to struggle.

 

“See Harry,
this isn’t too bad. Come now, no need for struggling, I know you’re just
playing hard to get.” Oliver pulled him closer. “We’re going to have such a
wonderful life together.” He continued and his grip tightened even more.
“You’ll see. There, there, my little love, there’s no need for crying. I can
understand that you’re completely overwhelmed, and the tears are just a way to
express your gratitude. You look so wonderful, my little doll.”

 

“Oliver,
let go! You’re hurting me!” Harry tried to pull free. He kicked, scratched and
bit. In the end he managed to send a wandless Banishing Charm at the Keeper. It
made Oliver stagger and he let go for a minute, enough for Harry to turn and
start running towards the castle. He didn’t get far.

 

Oliver
grabbed his arm forcing him to turn around and hit him. “You’re not going
anywhere!” he hit him again sending Harry to the ground. “You’re mine, and mine
only!” grabbing Harry’s wrist again he raised his arm to hit him again, but the
hand was stopped in the middle of it’s fall by a pair of arms that grabbed
Oliver and pushed him to the side.

 

Harry
looked up and saw Malfoy standing protectively over him. The blonde Slytherin
was glaring at Oliver with a cold, murderous single-minded intensity. Oliver
glared as well and attacked Malfoy with a roar. The tall Slytherin simply
kicked him in the ribs and sent him sprawling. Harry watched as the fight
evolved into a deadly dance. He had been right. Malfoy had been trained in the
Martial arts, and trained well.

 

The
Gryffindor jumped up. “Stop it!” he yelled at the two fighting people. “Draco!
Oliver! Stop it!” he didn’t notice that he had called the Slytherin by his
Christian name. But Draco did and he turned to Harry in surprise, this leaving
him open to Oliver’s attacks. “Watch out!” Harry pointed and Draco turned just
in time to block the attack. “Someone stop them!”

 

It was a
that time that Snape came running with Sirius on his heels. The two of them
hurried over to the two fighters and dragged Draco off an unconscious Oliver.

 

Draco
shrugged Snape’s hand off him and quickly walked over to Harry. “You alright?”

 

Harry just
nodded, still shaking after the experience with two hand-print sized bruises
forming on his cheeks. Not even the duel with Voldemort had scared him this
much. Draco picked up the book Harry had been reading and gave it back. Harry
accepted it gratefully and nodded thankfully towards the Slytherin. He was
starting to calm down, but his knees were still shaky.

 

“What
happened here?” Snape asked. He took in Harry’s bruised face, Malfoy’s split
lip and then looked back to the now-floating body of Oliver Wood. It was no
secret around the school that Oliver had been obsessing over Harry ever since
he returned to coach, so it was easy to guess what had happened here after
looking at all the evidence.

 

Sirius
hurried over to his Godson. “Harry! Are you alright?”

“Fine, I’m
fine, just a bit shaken.”

 

“What nasty
bruises. Come along, we’re going to Madame Pomfrey.” The Animagus grabbed his
hand lightly and gently dragged him along. Just before disappearing from the
pitch, Harry turned back and his eyes met storm-grey ones.

 

*
* *

 

“Good that
Snape and Black came when they did, or else I would’ve killed him.” Draco said.
“Luckily Dumbledore fired him and proclaimed him mentally unstable. Where is he
anyway?”

“St.
Mungo’s.” Harry smiled. “One day you nearly kill Wood and the next I nearly
kill Nott. I sense a pattern here.”

 

“Indeed.”
Draco smirked. “So what happened next in our tragic love story?”

 

“Don’t you
thin that we’re neglecting Herm and Viktor?” both of them looked at the other
couple. Hermione and Viktor were in a similar position as theirs and both were
fast asleep.

 

“I highly
doubt that.” Draco tightened his hold on the smaller man. “Now, tell me what happened
next or I’m never letting you go.”

 

“Draco, you
were there all the time, you know as well as I do what happened. And I can’t
say I detest the idea of staying here.” Harry snuggled into the embrace.

 

“And I was
so looking forward to have you as my captive.” A long suffering sigh escaped
the Slytherin. “I love it when you tell the story,” he continued. “Now go on.”

 

*
* *

 

September,
October and November passed quickly, and soon it was the Christmas holidays.
Hermione and Viktor went to visit her parents and most other kids went home as
well, so Harry practically had the whole castle to himself – and one blonde
Slytherin Head Boy that was also staying.

 

Hermione
had showed him a book she had found. Apparently it was something of a manual on
how old Wizarding families wooed their interests, and how to understand what
they were asking by watching how they acted or talked. They had been hanging
over the book for hours, and by the end of it both of them had been blushing
all over. The book had even described in extreme detail what kind of silent
questions a pureblood could ask during sexinteintercourse and what kind of
actions were the right ‘answer’.

 

It had
taken Harry two months to accept the fact that the blonde Slytherin was courting
him, and it had taken him another month to realise that it was alright to have
a crush on your enemy. There were subtle hints that he wouldn’t have noticed if
he hadn’t known what to look for. For example, Malfoy would be cold and
unfeeling around the general population of Hogwarts, but when he was talking
with Harry he would soften up. Once they had been talking about the Duelling
club in the library and a fourth year had come up to them to ask for help on
Transfiguration. Malfoy had turned cold instantly and glared murderously at the
boy until he ran off. Harry had been surprised to see that when the Slytherin
turned back to him his grey eyes were calm and warm. He had glared at the
blonde then had stood up and walked over to the shivering fourth year. He had
felt Malfoy’s amused eyes on his back all the time.

 

Harry was
currently sitting in the library working on his holiday work. It wasn’t the
Charms essay that he found difficult, but opening the bottle of Butterbeer. The
damn cap just wouldn’t budge!

 

“How the
hell did I manage to destroy Voldemort if I can’t even open this!” he muttered
to himself and glared at the offending object. The fact that magic, no matter
what kind, was completely banned from the library didn’t help the matter. And
he was too damn lazy right now to go out into the corridor and open it there.
“Curse it!” he exclaimed when he looked down on the parchment and discovered
that he had written: ‘That goddamn Butterbeer won’t open’ straight in the
middle of an explanation on a very delicate Severing Charm.

 

“Problems
Potter?”

 

Harry
swirled in his chair and found Malfoy leaning against a shelf. “Yeah, you could
say that,” he said warily. The Slytherin smiled slightly and walked over to
Harry. He picked up the bottle of Butterbeer and opened it easily. “Show off.”
Harry muttered but took the offered bottle. “Is there something you wanted
Malfoy?”

 

“Yes
actually there is. I need to talk to you about the lesson plan for the Duelling
club for next term.”

 

“Ok, hang
on a minute.” Harry quickly packed together his work and walked up to where the
blonde Slytherin was standing. “Well?” Malfoy smirked in amusement then
suddenly grabbed Harry and pulled him closer. When they were chest to chest he
freed one arm and placed it under the Gryffindor’s chin. And just as suddenly
Malfoy kissed him. Harry was too shocked to react for several minutes. The lips
upon his were soft and gentle, the arms around his waist and shoulders were
also gentle. All in all, this really wasn’t something he expected from the
Slytherin Ice Prince.

 

After a
while of just standing there in shock, Harry uncertainly began to reply. He
really wasn’t experienced in these kinds of matters, and the only place he
could think of placing his own arms were around Mal- no, Draco’s neck,
just the way he had seen Hermione and Viktor do it. Draco pressed him closer,
deepening the kiss. His tongue swept over Harry’s lips, asking for permission
to enter. Harry was a bit frightened, it was always in the past when kissing
reached this stage that he had come up with some lame excuse and run off.
However, this time he gathered all his Gryffindor courage and slowly opened his
mouth. Draco’s tongue entered and after a short battle with his own ran over
the roof of his mouth, making Harry moan.

 

Slowly the
need for breath made them part, though Draco still had a damn good hold of
Harry and it didn’t look like he was about to let go anytime soon. Harry
blushed and looked up at the taller boy through thick lashes. Gods, and he was
supposed to be the saviour of the Wizarding world, yet here he was blushing
like a shy damsel in distress.

 

Draco asked
him a silent question, and after some debating with himself Harry replied: Yes.
Draco then took out a little box from a pocket and opened it. inside were two
simple, golden rings. Suddenly Harry was glad that he and Hermione had gone
over that book, if they hadn’t he wouldn’t have known what to do at this
moment. The book had said that after the first kiss the person doing the
courting would offer his/her interest something – a ring, necklace, pin, etc.
This usually meant that the person was considered as a permanent acquisition. A
kind of very, very, very early proposal to marriage. This was a very important
step, these gifts weren’t given to just any lover, boyfriend or girlfriend.

 

Harry let
Draco take his hand and put the ring on the right finger, then he did the same
to the Slytherin. No words were exchanged between them, and to someone from
outside it might even seem cold and with no emotion – but their actions spoke
more than any words could, and Harry had to fight to keep from crying. He hated
it when he got emotional just because of things like these. However, Draco just
smiled and hugged him closer. Harry could feel the other boy’s adoration and
tenderness, and realised that it had to be a spell on the rings. This just made
him burrow himself even further into the embrace. He was surprised that Draco
trusted him enough to let him have a free way to his feelings.

 

“Just don’t
expect my attitude towards other students – except, perhaps, Granger and Krum –
to change.” Draco mumbled into his hair. “What surprises me is that you know
the Silent Language.”

 

“Um, Herm
found a book in the library. It had some… hints.” Harry was sure that Draco
could feel his blush through his robes. “Thanks for saving me from Oliver, I
never got to thank you for that. Stupid, isn’t it, that I should need saving
from Oliver and not from Voldemort.”

 

“I don’t
think so. Even hero’s need saving sometimes.” Harry looked up into those
storm-grey eyes. “And it was my pleasure to save you.”

 

Harry
smiled and leaned his head back onto Draco’s shoulder.

 

* *
*

 

“Ah, those
were happy days.” Draco sighed. “And we lived happily ever after, no?”

 

“Not
exactly, love,” Harry replied. “Remember our first fight and what came out of
it?”

 

“How could
I forget.” The Slytherin rubbed his cheek, imagined pain stinging as he
remembered the slap he had received. “Sometimes I can still feel it.”

 

“Well, you
damn well deserved it.”

 

“And I
learned my lesson. I am never going to forget again the fact that you were the
one to bring down Voldemort.”

 

“You better
believe it.”

 

* * *

 

They had
been together for three months now. Draco had indeed warmed up to Hermione and
Viktor, but he still was a heartless bastard around the other students. He was
also possessive – a Malfoy trait apparently. Harry had once been talking
quietly to Terry Boot, one of his few former boyfriends. They had been standing
quite close together. Then suddenly a strong arm had wrapped around Harry’s
waist and had pulled him away from the Ravenclaw and against Draco. The
Slytherin Head Boy had glared at Terry until the boy had gulped and run off.

 

“Draco,
what was that about?” Harry asked as he turned in the embrace.

 

“I don’t
like him,” the blond had replied.

 

“Are you
jealous?”

 

“No.”

 

“You know I
wouldn’t even dream of cheating on you Draco.” Harry smiled slightly at that.
He and Draco had slept together, but not had sexual intercourse. The first time
that had happened, Harry had been helping the other boy study Transfiguration
moves and had fallen asleep on the couch. Draco had then carried him to his bed
and quickly joined him. The next morning Harry had woken up with a body spooned
around his own and an arm slung protectively around his waist. Harry had
blushed and had tried to get up without waking Draco, but the Slytherin was
already awake and had quickly pulled him back onto the bed and into his arms.

 

And now
Harry was waiting for Draco to return from the Headmasters office. He had no
idea why the Slytherin was there, but it had sounded serious.

 

The door
opened and Draco stepped in. He looked quite happy about something or other.

 

“Draco!”
Harry jumped up. “What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?”

 

“My job
after Hogwarts.”

 

“Your job?”

 

“More or
less, it’s an apprenticeship with one of the best in the world.” Draco’s arms
went around Harry.

 

“You’re
rich enough not to work for the rest of your life,” Harry said. “Why start
now?”

 

“I’ve got
you to take care of.”

 

“I’ve also
got enough money to last me a lifetime. What were you going to do anyway?”
Harry stepped out of the embrace.

 

“I’m going
to be an Unspeakable.”

 

“What?”

 

“Yes, I
thought that I might as well help those poor sods at the Ministry to round up
the rest of the Death Eaters.”

 

“But why?”

 

“As I said,
I’ve got you to protect and take care off.” That had been the wrong thing to
say.

 

“I can take
care of my self! Is this some macho-show-off thing, is that why you’re doing
it?”

 

“What the
devil are you talking about now?” the grey eyes darkened. “I thought you would
be happy not to have me running off to became a Dark Wizard.”

 

“I am happy
that you aren’t going over to the Dark Side, but if you joined the Unspeakables
just to prove yourself or to give me protection – a protection I don’t need –
then you’re doing it for the wrong reasons!”

 

“Don’t need
protection?!” Draco hollered. “You couldn’t even bloody fend off Wood!”

 

“You-”

 

“You know
what, I think you staged the whole thing! Now that your job with defeating the
Dark Lord was done, you needed attention and publicity. Was this whole thing
cooked-up for publicity, Potter?!”

 

“So, it’s
back to Potter, eh? Well, let me tell you something, Malfoy! You. Can.
Go. To. Hell!” Harry grabbed his book-bag and headed towards the door.

 

Draco
grabbed his arm.

 

“Don’t you
dare-” Harry whirled and smacked the blond Slytherin the same way Hermione had
done it in their third year, just much, much harder.

 

They glared
at each other for a while before Harry left, slamming the door after himself.

 

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The news
that Harry and Draco had broken up spread over the school faster than the speed
of light. And from that day on Harry nearly never had a moment alone for
himself. He was always surrounded by people who tried to comfort him and cheer
him up.

 

“There,
there,” Parvati said one day. “It’ll soon be over, you’ll see. I know! How
about me and Lav find you a nice young man?!”

 

“Really Harry,”
Hermione always said, “you should take that ring off. It still marks you as
Malfoy’s, and that’s why no one dares to ask you out.”

 

“You sure
you don’t want me to contact a few of my friends?” Sirius asked.

 

But Harry
didn’t want another boyfriend, he didn’t want to take the ring off and he
didn’t want to daty ofy of Sirius’ friends. He just wanted Draco back; no
matter how stupid and cliché it sounded, he had actually begun to all hard for
the Malfoy heir. Draco would watch him being herded off by a group of people.
He would watch him eat, study or just sit in classes. Harry could constantly
feel those eyes on him, and it was driving him nuts.

 

The attack
came on a Hogsmeade weekend. It wasn’t overly big, just a pop-in-and-pop-out
attack that mostly served as a way of spreading fear and chaos. Harry was just
leaving the Hospital Wing after one of his lessons with Madame Pomfrey when he
was nearly run over by a group of hysterical students.

 

“Madame
Pomfrey! Madame Pomfrey! There was an attack at Hogsmeade! Incoming injuries!”
they cried.

 

“Oh, dear!
Harry, I’ll need your help on this. Please take out as many Healing Potions as
possible, Skelegrow, and any other medical equipment you come across. You
three, take out towels from that cabinet there; and the two of you fill those
basins with water. Hurry!” The whole thing was well-organised and by the time
the casualties arrived they were well prepared to help them. The younger
students were put to wash small cuts and put ointment on bruises, while the older
years were ordered around by Madame Pomfrey. Snape appeared and took several
good potion makers – Hermione, some Ravenclaws and Slytherins – with him to
help make Healing Potions, and Harry did more than his share of things.
McGonagall had been injured and was furious that Harry wouldn’t let her help,
Hooch was running here and there giving clean towels to those who needed it,
and the House Elves were washing bandages and towels at top speed.

 

It was
finally over around midnight. Viktor dropped by and told Harry that he and
Hermione were going to bed. Actually, Hermione was asleep in his arms and he
carried her to the Head Girl’s rooms. Other students had fallen asleep on
chairs or those few beds that weren’t occupied. Harry spotted Ginny Weasley in
the same bed as Blaise Zabini, a male Slytherin. The boy had his arms around
her and both were sleeping soundly. Other weird couples were also lying around.

 

“Go to bed
dear,” Madame Pomfrey said to him. “You too.” She added turning to someone
standing behind Harry.

 

“And you’re
sure you don’t need any more help, Madame Pomfrey?” a voice asked and Harry
shivered. Why did Draco have to sound so damn sexy all the time?

 

“Yes, now
shoo!” the nurse sighed when the Head Boy didn’t move. “Harry, will please make
sure that Mr Malfoy goes to bed and stays there?!”

 

“Alright,
Poppy.” Harry replied and stalked out of the room. He could hear Draco hurrying
to catch up with him and a second later he felt an arm go around his waist. He
quickened his pace not wanting to let the Slytherin know how much he had missed
it, but Draco just hurried up as well and didn’t let go. Soon they reached the
Head Boy dorms and Harry entered then he glared at the Slytherin until Draco
had gone off into his bedroom to change. After a while he knocked on the door
and went in. His wand was out. Oh yes, he was going to make damn sure that
Draco stayed in his bed.

 

The blonde
Slytherin stared in amusement at Harry. “Bondage Harry? I didn’t think you were
the type.”

 

“Shut up.”
Harry muttered while trying to fight down his blush. Draco laughed and walked
over to him. “Draco…” Harry tried to protest as the strong arms wrapped around
him.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“W-we
shouldn’t…”

 

“You know,
the only way I’m going to stay in my bed tonight is if you’re there with me.”
Draco whispered into his ear.

 

“You’re
being difficult, you know that?”

 

“I’m a
Malfoy and therefore I’m being impossible.” Harry sighed but smiled. He let
Draco steer him towards the bed and gladly snuggled up to the blonde. “Night,
love.”

 

“Good night.”
He replied just before falling asleep. Harry was woken up later that night by
someone sucking on his earlobe. A hand stroked his stomach while another ran up
and down his inner thigh. “Draco?” he moaned.

 

“Hmmm?”
Draco’s hands found their way under Harry’s shirt.

 

“Oh, gods!”
Harry groaned as one of the Slytherin’s legs sneaked between his and pressed
against his hard member. He had no time to think of the situation and be
terrified, just acted on instinct and need. “Please!” he whimpered.

 

“Please
what?” Draco’s mouth fastened onto the smaller boy’s neck. One of his hands
reached behind him and found his wand that usually stood on the bedside table;
one flick and a whispered word and their clothes disappeared.

 

“For
heavens sake don’t stop.” Harry rolled onto his back and Draco slipped between
his legs. “Don’t stop.” He hissed clutching at the strong, pale shoulders and
moaning as Draco brought their erections together.

 

“Never.”
Came the whispered answer.

 

It was the
best night in Harry’s life; how he had managed to go without sex for so long
really was one of the great mysteries of the world. All the previous lovers the
blond Slytherin had had, had said that he liked it more rough and that he never
had any patience for virgins. However, here he was, the Slytherin Ice Prince,
being both patient and gentle with Harry. It surprised the Gryffindor at first,
but he soon forgot it in favour of claiming Draco’s mouth.

 

By the time
they were finished the sun was rising and had been for a while. Harry’s head
was resting on Draco’s chest while the blond was running his fingers tiredly
through the Gryffindor’s black hair.

 

“We need to
repeat that experience.” Harry mumbled half asleep.

 

“Definitely,
my love. Definitely.” Draco replied.

 

“Good.” He
yawned. “Thank heavens it’s Sunday, I don’t think I would be able to go to
classes. Especially not sit.”

 

The
Slytherin chuckled. “Go to sleep.”

 

* * *

 

In no time
graduation had been upon them. Colin and Denis Creevey had been given the task
of taking pictures of the whole year. Padma Patil and DThomThomas became the
Cutest Couple, Hermione was the Most Studious, the Strongest Friendship award
went to Hermione and Harry while Neville was labelled as the Most Clumsy person.
Harry and Draco won the Weirdest Couple award, and for once Draco wasn’t
glaring. Harry was standing in Draco’s arms and leaning against the taller
Slytherin, Draco was leaning against a pillar and was smirking at the camera.
There would have been a Most Hated Enemies picture as well, but as the subjects
of that picture were snogging at the time the picture was taken it had been
named Weirdest Couple Picture Number 2.

 

“You know,
I still have those two pictures.” Harry said and closed his sketchbook.

 

“A Malfoy
not sneering or glaring on a picture is a rare sight indeed. I think the rest
of the year got heart attack.”

 

“I’ll say!”
the Gryffindor chuckled. “Molly fainted, Sirius did an imitation of a goldfish
on land, Minerva had to sit down and Albus just smiled with hiinklinkle working
overtime. After school you went into training while I moved here to Godric’s
Hollow.”

 

“Thank the
gods for my previous training in the martial arts, or else I would have been
stuck at that place for a year and a half! As it was, I got off after only six
months.” Drace leaned back against the tree again. “You became a sort of
Magical CSI after I returned. And together we took care of the rest of the
Death Eaters running around.”

 

Harry
nodded. “Unfortunately the only Magical CSI in existence; however, I’m
currently training several young Aurors to help me out. Apparating here and
there all over the world is tiring.” He yawned.

 

“I bet.
Hey, Hermione and Viktor are finally awake.”

 

“Good, that
means that I can go to sleep.” Harry snuggled deeper into the embrace and
closed his eyes.

 

Draco
smiled and indicated to the other two to be quiet. He tightened his hold on
Harry and closed his eyes. Life was good.

 

*
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Please tell
me what you think. As I said, this is my first try at DM/HP, and I hope it
isn’t totally horrible.

 

I’ll try to
update my other stories before we leave on vacation next month, but I can’t
promise anything. We’re going to be gone around three weeks, so don’t expect any
updates. But I’ll see what I can do.

 

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OLD ENGLISH

 

Lufian –
love

 

Simle –
forever

 

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Once again,
please review.