JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Twenty-One


It was about midweek when he was sitting in his usual spot on the couch with a half empty bottle of firewhiskey in front of him, when he suddenly threw the bottle to the wall, smashing the glass, the golden liquid dripping down the stone walls. “Fuck this! I’m not feeling sorry for myself anymore,” he said aloud as he went to his bedroom to change.

Draco watched from a second floor window as Harry dressed in leather, made his way out of the gates of Hogwarts.

Harry entered ‘Screamers’ and was glad to see it was packed with people, considering it was the middle of the week. He ordered a drink right away and leaned back against the bar checking out the nights prospects. He grinned as a black haired man came towards him.

After Harry gave himself and the nameless stranger a spritz of the aphrodisiac spray, they made their way to the crowded dance floor, where he danced and drank until quite early (or late depending on how you look at it) in the morning. The first thrill of the night for him was when he was sitting at a corner table, on his fifth or so drink, with the dark haired man’s mouth on his cock, sucking and licking his way to his first orgasm, oblivious to any that may be looking their way.

He woke up the next morning feeling a bit disorientated and burnt out, then relaxed slightly when he realized he was still in the club, in one of the upstairs rooms. He moved to get up and felt just how much ‘fun’ he had the night before, as he slid off the bed. He searched for his leather pants and his button down shirt, noticing that a few buttons were missing, and smiled at the memory when the man practically tore his shirt off while he was pounding into him. The stranger was not there when he woke up, and he never did find out his name, but he liked it better that way...can’t get emotional that way.

He looked at his watch to see what time it was. “Still time to catch Severus before breakfast,” he said to himself as he made his way to the fireplace.



Severus was sitting with Draco in his living room, having a cup of coffee when the green flames in his fireplace roared to life. He drew his wand, then almost immediately put it away as Harry walked through. “Hello Sev,” Harry smirked.

“Harry? Are you just getting home now?” Severus asked taking in Harry’s appearance.

“Yeah,” Harry said giving Draco a brief look before looking back to Severus. “Was wondering if you have some pain potion and a pepper-up potion for me.”

“Are you hurt?” Severus asked getting up to come towards Harry.

Harry waved him off. “No, just....a little sore,” he grinned. “I used some of Dev’s spray last night,” Harry added then watched as Severus left the room to get the potions, leaving him alone with Draco.

Draco had hungrily gazed at Harry when he came through the fireplace. He loved leather on Harry, although he didn’t like the bite’s he could see on Harry’s neck or the shirt with the missing buttons.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?” Severus asked watching Harry down the second potion.

“No fucking idea,” Harry smirked, then looked to Draco. “Just proving you right, hey Malfoy. Once a slut, always a slut I guess,” Harry sneered at the blonde.

“Harry, I didn’t mean it,” Draco said.

“Maybe not Malfoy,” Harry conceded, “but it’s not something I can forget too easily either. I like sex....if that makes me a slut...then oh well,” he shrugged, then looked to Severus. “Thanks Sev, see you later.”

Severus watched Harry leave and felt saddened that Harry’s attitude was darkening. He didn’t blame him for it...just liked the old Harry much better. He watched the play of emotions on Draco’s face after Harry’s little speech. “Hurts..doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah...it does,” Draco replied getting up to gather his books for his first class.



Friday after classes, and after dinner, Harry sat in the quidditch stands by himself with a bottle of beer in his hand and a couple extras at his side. He sat alone in his thoughts as he watched the Ravenclaw players fly on their brooms, practicing their maneuvers for their next game, noticing their mistakes, and going over them in his head on how they should fix them, trying not to think too hard on his personal life. No matter how often he tried though, his mind would keep going over some of the things that Severus had shown him last night in his pensieve. He suddenly stiffened in his seat. “Hello Malfoy,” he said as he felt another presence behind him.

“How did you know it was me?” Draco asked.

“I always know when you’re near,” Harry said quietly. “What can I do for you Malfoy?”

“Mind if I sit down?”

“Sure, why not,” Harry said shrugging his one shoulder, still not looking over at him, looking like he couldn’t care one way or another. He lifted the bottle to his lips, finishing off the bottle, thinking that he was hiding his quivering nerves rather well as he took a few steadying breaths to calm his racing heart beat. He reached down for a fresh beer beside him, then handed one over to Draco as well.

“Surprised you’re not getting ready for another wild night,” Draco said dejectedly as he took a swig of his beer.

“Later,” Harry simply said ignoring the sound of anguish in the blonde’s voice.

“Harry,” Draco began, “I know you saw part of the memories of that night..and I just want to say it wasn’t me doing anything willingly...and I’m sorry...so sorry for what happened. I would never do anything to hurt you knowingly.”

“It still hurts Draco,” Harry said. “It’s not even only that night,” his voice catching at the memory. “It’s also what was said for most of that week when I was near.”

“I don’t hate you Harry,” Draco said looking down at his feet. “I care for you very much and if I could take it all back, I would.”

“Yeah...me too,” Harry said giving a small smile. “Have you figured out what Blaise had done to you?”

“We found a potion in one of the books that required my blood to be used. It’s a strong love potion that is prohibited by the Ministry. There was also another page of the book that was marked for a revulsion potion using something off of a person that the hate is directed to,” Draco replied.

“Are you still affected when Zabini’s near you?” Harry asked.

“No,” Draco replied. “That’s what’s got everyone stumped...and the reason why Blaise hasn’t been taken to the Ministry yet.”

“Can’t they use the pensieve memory? It showed him with the knife.”

“Yeah, it did...but it didn’t show him using it. We haven’t found the knife yet in our search of the school and we’re still doing research on how he actually made me do those things against my will. Severus and I don’t want to leave nothing to chance for him to get away with anything,” Draco said looking at Harry.

“That’s what Dumbledore said too,” Harry replied. “You know what really pisses me off about this? I know it was Zabini that abducted me, and tried to kill me...but he is still walking the halls of this school, like he did nothing at all. They even tried to see my memories of that night, but when they did try to transfer the memory to a pensieve, they couldn’t see anything because I was blindfolded that night, and the memory was blank. All one could hear is the voices...and the screams.”

Draco reached out his hand and placed it over Harry’s that was resting on his leg. “Harry. Do I still have a chance? Can I make this right between us again?” he asked quietly wincing to himself when he felt Harry’s hand and leg tremble from his touch.

Harry looked down at their hands, trying to control the shaking, then turned his palm up to grasp Draco’s lightly to run his thumb over Draco’s knuckles. “I don’t know Draco. I need to work things out for myself,” Harry said looking up into Draco’s eyes. “I know it wasn’t really you...but it still hurts....it’s hard to forget.”

Draco brought his hand to cup the side of Harry’s face, brushing his thumb along Harry’s bottom lip. “I miss you,” he whispered.

“I miss you too Drake,” Harry replied then leaned closer to press his lips softly to Draco’s before his mind registered what he was doing. He flinched back, touching his lips as he scrambled to get up. “I gotta go,” he said rushing off leaving Draco sitting in the stands, brushing the tear from his eye.


That night Harry couldn’t take his mind off of Draco as he was sitting at the bar at the new club in Knockturn Alley. He tried to forget the way his body shook when Draco had touched him earlier. He craved his touch, but remembered what those hands had felt like when they were hitting and raping him. He downed his drink, then went to the nearest blonde man asking him to dance, trying to forget the bad memories once again. He was able to forget for a time as he bumped and grinded with the blonde on the dance floor, then tried not to cry at the hopeless feeling he carried as the same blonde man was on top of him, fucking him slow and hard into the night.

The next morning, waking up beside the nameless stranger, he did cry, the tears slowly leaking from his eyes. He carefully got off the bed, careful to not wake the stranger up. He slid on his leather pants and his shirt, most of the buttons missing as it was practically ripped from his body the night before. ‘What’s with these guys,’ he thought looking down at his shirt. ‘I guess I’ll have to start wearing t-shirts or no shirt...save time anyway,’ he finished thinking as he slipped the shirt over his shoulders. He went out of the room to make his way to the floo room where he went to Severus’s rooms as his floo was still not connected.

When he walked through the fireplace, it was to see Severus, Sirius, a grumpy looking Draco, and to his surprise Devlin. “Hey guys,” Harry greeted tiredly.

Devlin raised his brow at Harry’s burnt out appearance and shared a brief look with Severus. “Harry, you look like shit,” he smirked, looking back to Harry.

Harry came over to the table and took the offered vials of pain and hangover potion from Severus. “Thanks Sev,” he said placing his hand on his shoulder. “And thanks Dev. I needed to hear that,” he added sarcastically, smirking back at his friend.

He was then gathered into the strong arms of his godfather. “Love you Harry,” Sirius said into his ear.

Harry hugged back, smelling the piney smell of Sirius, reminding him of home. “Love you too Siri,” he laughed, as he withdrew from the embrace. He looked to Draco who was intently looking at him. “Draco,” he greeted, the smile leaving his face. He then turned to Devlin, the smile back on his face. “Good to see you Dev. What brings you here?” Harry said as he hugged the dark haired man.

“Sev asked me to assist in his class for the week...and I wanted to see you. I’ve been worried about you,” Devlin replied returning the hug.

Harry kissed Devlin’s cheek then drew back from the comforting arms. “I’m fine...or I will be,” he grinned. “Now, I’m going to get cleaned up, maybe have a swim before I start the day.”

“I’ll come with you,” Devlin said.

“Sure. Could use some company I guess,” Harry answered, linking his fingers through Devlin’s as they left the others.

Draco watched the two leave, then turned to his godfather. “What’s the real reason he’s here?” he asked trying to keep the jealousy at bay.

“I do need assisting in the class for the week,” Severus answered, “and Harry needs him right now. Maybe he can help Harry sort out these feelings he’s been having and to stop him from being destructive against himself.”

“His drinking among other things,” Sirius murmured looking down into his coffee cup.



Harry led Devlin to his rooms in companionable silence. He stepped in and tossed his jacket on a chair tiredly. “What can I get you to drink Dev?” he asked heading towards the kitchen.

“Coffee will do fine,” Devlin said coming into the kitchen. He watched as Harry made the coffee, thinking that Harry looked like he was in a fight with a dozen bludgers...and lost. “So, what’s new Harry?” he asked sitting at the table.

Harry gave a wry chuckle. “Since I last saw you, or recently?” he asked.

Devlin shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever Harry. I heard from Sev what happened, and I’m here for you Harry. I was going to come sooner, but Sev thought maybe you needed to try this on your own first.”

Harry sat down after he poured them each a coffee. “Dev. I don’t know what’s wrong with me...well I do... but I don’t know how to fix it,” he replied brushing his hair from his face. “And for all what he did to me...I still love him. How fucked up is that?” he said giving a small painful smile.

“Do you blame Draco for it completely?” Devlin asked reaching for Harry’s hand.

“No. I don’t. I know Zabini was at fault with this, but I can’t even handle Draco touching me right now. I keep remembering each slap...each punch...each kick...each time...he pounded into me, ripping me apart. I try to keep busy to not think about it, but when I close my eyes, it all comes back to me,” Harry sighed letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks. “That night I was blindfolded, so what hurts me the most is the things Draco had said to me...all the hateful things. That’s why I’ve been clubbing every night, fucking whoever wants me. It didn’t matter as long as they could make me forget Draco’s hurtful hands on me.”

“And the drinking?”

“Helps me to become numb,” Harry said giving a small grin. “Although Draco called me a slut...and god knows I have been...it doesn’t mean I like fucking strangers. Drinking makes it easier.”

“What about Zabini? I saw him in the halls earlier today. Why hasn’t the Headmaster gotten to him. For fuck sakes Harry...he tried to kill someone...you, a professor to top it off?” Devlin ranted, his voice rising in anger.

“Doesn’t seem right, does it?” Harry said getting up. “Come on for a swim. I need to work some of these kinks out of my body. Then we’ll talk some more if you want.”

After both of them changed into shorts, they both dove into the pool, immediately swimming some laps. Once Devlin had done his, he sat on the pool step, waist high in the water as he watched Harry push himself harder, doing lap after lap. Finally, Harry sat beside Devlin, his chest heaving as he was catching his breath.

“You know they never did find the knife,” Harry spoke up breaking the silence, leaning back on the upper steps. “That’s another thing. I know he stabbed me with the fucking thing, but it’s hard to prove without the knife.”

“What about Draco’s memory in the pensieve?”

“It showed the asshole with the knife, but not him actually using it against me,” Harry said, his voice rising. “FUCKING MINISTRY! They just love fucking with people. They say they need proof...don’t want to piss off the Zabini family who fucking paid their way out of Azkaban. Fucking Death Eater...they’re worse than Lucius Malfoy,” he said his voice lowering, his rant tiring him out.

“Harry, we’ll find it,” Devlin reassured him grasping his hand in his. “Raiden will be coming in a few days to help. They may have something to help detect where the knife is, and it will make it easier as there is still probably traces of your blood on it.... and hopefully..... Zabini was too stupid to wipe the finger prints off the handle.”

“Yeah...hopefully,” Harry replied sarcastically.

“So how does Severus think Zabini was controlling Draco?” Devlin asked putting his arm around Harry’s back, where Harry turned in the embrace and held on tight to his waist.

“They found some dark potion books in Zabini’s trunk. Sev narrowed it down to about three potions, all needing the blood of the victim. They were all forms of an imperious potion. We’re trying to figure out how he did it. Was it put on Zabini himself? Did he put it on Draco somehow? That’s what we need to find out,” Harry said, calming down from Devlin’s hand soothing his back.

“Isn’t black or dark magic detectable here at Hogwarts?” Devlin asked continued to rub Harry’s back, glad to feel some of the tension ease out of his body.

“Magic, yes...but not potion making. Most potions you don’t need magic, just the know how on how much... when.... and how to mix the ingredients together. If there was magic involved, Zabini must have found out a way to block it somehow,” Harry replied tiredly.

“We’ll figure it out Harry,” Devlin reassured him. “In the meantime, how about we go to the Great Hall for dinner?” he grinned.

Harry leaned up and gently pressed his lips to Devlin’s. “Thanks for being here for me Dev. It means a lot to me. Can you stay with me? Nights seemed to be the worst for me,” he said sadly.

“Sure Harry,” Devlin replied getting up, then pulling Harry up to his feet. “Brought some new movies to watch for the week to keep us busy,” he grinned.

Hermione, Ron, and the other faculty members were relieved when Harry walked in the Hall beside Devlin, keeping clear away from the Slytherin table. Harry sat between Severus and Devlin who kept up a steady conversation, making sure to include Harry.

“So what movies did you bring?” Harry asked Devlin.

“One for each night of the week,” Devlin grinned. “Tonight for your viewing pleasure we have the first Lord of the Rings movie.”

“Like the book?” Harry asked leaning closer to Devlin.

“Pretty close,” Devlin answered. “Do you want to invite anyone else...maybe Draco?” he asked quietly placing his hand on Harry’s knee.

Harry gave a brief glance to the Slytherin table to see Draco looking up at him. “Not tonight. How about we slowly work up to that,” he said giving a small smile to Devlin.

“Anything you feel comfortable with Harry,” Devlin replied giving a light kiss on his cheek. “Come on then...you have popcorn to make,” he smirked.

Draco watched the two dark haired wizards leave the Hall hand in hand. His stomach twisted with jealousy at the closeness the two of them shared, but was relieved to see that Harry had made an appearance for dinner....without a bottle of booze in his hands. He left shortly after to go to Severus's rooms where he was still staying to do some homework, and to try not to think what the two of them were doing several floors up.

That night Harry cuddled up against Devlin as they watched the movie, munching on their popcorn and sipping on their butterbeer. Harry had looked at the butterbeer in disappointment when Devlin took them out of the fridge...he wanted something stronger. He had pulled out the bottle of firewhiskey at first to make them drinks, when Devlin had come into the kitchen and taken it away from him to put back in the cupboard, then pulled him into his arms and held on tight. “You don’t need that Harry,” he said quietly into Harry’s ear.

“It helps me forget Dev,” Harry replied digging his face into Devlin’s neck.

“You need to work through this before it can get better Harry,” Devlin said pulling back to look into Harry’s saddened eyes. “I’ll help any way I can,” he added lightly kissing Harry on the mouth.

Later, and after the movie, Devlin helped Harry mark some of his students work, then they both went to Harry’s bed. Devlin gathered up Harry in his arms, cuddled up against his back. “Night Harry,” he said quietly kissing Harry’s shoulder.

Harry snuggled more into the warmth behind him, linking his fingers through Devlin’s that were at his waist. “Thanks Dev,” he said softly, then was soon fast asleep, without the use of alcohol to knock him out. When he woke up tossing and turning, the night of the beating and rape replaying in his head, Devlin was there to soothe his fears, reassure him it was just a dream, as he wiped the tears from Harry’s cheeks. “Help me Dev...I miss him,” Harry said hoarsely.

“I’ll try Harry,” Devlin replied holding Harry close, finally falling asleep after he felt the steady breathing that showed that Harry had fallen asleep again.

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Note: AFF wouldn't let me submit the the whole chapter in one shot, so keep reading....there is more.


(typos fixed Apr. 07)