Spell Master

Author: Babychan

email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R but it will become NC17 later.

Series: Yes. Chapter 24/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Warning: Mention of non-con HP/SB

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. .

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever. .

A.N.: I would to thank everyone for their reviews for my fic. It means so very much. Thank you.

Spell Master

“I forgive you.”

When Draco heard that soft spoken promise, arms and wings let go simultaneously, and he released Harry from his firm, yet tender embrace. He then leaned back and stared the other boy directly in the eyes, for he could hardly believe his ears.

Harry *forgave* him?

Just like that?

Draco didn’t trust it. There had to be a catch. Because there was *always* a catch.

Every Slytherin knew *that*!

Still sniffing back unwanted tears, Harry looked up at the boy, who still sat atop his legs. He didn’t know it, but with his wide, red rimmed and puffy eyes, his cry flushed cheeks and pink nose, it made him look about ten years younger, thus twisting the knife of guilt in Draco’s heart just a little bit more.

Though you wouldn’t have been able to tell by the blond’s expression, for Draco’s face didn’t express *anything*. He just stared. As he tried to figure out what in Tartarus was going on. Because there was no way in hell that Potter would forgive him, simply because he said he was sorry!

Not that he had much experience with apologizing, mind you.

Usually people apologized to *him*.

And after they had told him that they were sorry, Draco Diabolis Malfoy made *damn* sure that they were.

It was expected.

Apology or not, retaliation for a wrong was *always* expected.

From a Malfoy, at least.

So why would Potter feel any different?

Be any different?

Draco couldn’t think of any reason *why* Harry would react differently. In his experience, there was no such thing as forgiving and forgetting.

Revenge…*that* was the normal reaction.

Wasn’t it?

When Harry bowed his head slightly, looked up at him, through wet lashes, and gave him a shy smile, Draco wasn’t so sure anymore.

However, there *was* one thing that the fair-haired prince was sure of, and that was that he wanted Potter and the other Gryffindorks *out* of his rooms!

So, in a tone far *less* irritable than he intended, and far more tender than he would ever admit, Draco asked “Are you finished, blubbering? Because some of us have better things to do than to sit here coddling you.”

Harry’s eyes widened in embarrassment and shock. He was shocked that Malfoy had actually comforted him, and even more shocked that he admitted doing such.

The raven-haired boy gave a minute nod, as his answer then shifted his focus away from Draco’s intense gaze. He wished the bed would just swallow him whole. He knew how the other boy felt about crying. And Harry mentally admitted that he didn’t just cry. He *wailed* and screamed and fought.
He was embarrassed.

But in spite of this, Draco didn’t seem *as* disgusted with him. He looked almost….Harry wasn’t sure, but it was disconcerting the way Malfoy was focusing all of his attention on him.

So instead of meeting that gaze head-on – like he usually did, or used to do– Harry kept his focus toward his lap and on his hands. They were now free from Draco’s firm, yet gentle grip, and were lying on his lap, precariously close to Draco groin.

No... that wasn’t true.

Harry’s fingers were actually lying *atop* Draco’s groin, for the other boy was still straddling his legs.

When Harry gasped, Draco tried to follow Potter’s gaze. Unfortunately, before the young prince could get a glimpse of what was upsetting the other boy, Harry pushed him –as hard as he could– hurtling the blond teen toward, and over, the edge of the mattress.

With the luck of his birth star, and the skill of being born a winged creature, Draco quickly spread out his wings, flapped them once and lifted himself into the air before he toppled off of that very *high* sled bed and slammed onto that very *hard* floor.

“What the hell was that for?” Malfoy hissed, as he made two more hard, yet elegant flaps of his large wings, thus lifting himself higher into the air.

Harry shook his head and gathered the duvet around him again. He couldn’t speak. He was too embarrassed by his unconscious groping. But more than that he felt Violated! Yes, he felt violated because he was certain that Draco had *felt* his hand there.

Harry *was* sure of it!!

But Harry was wrong.

Confused and angry, because he honestly *didn’t* feel the accidental groping, Draco glared at the distraught boy, as he remained in the air. “What the hell is wrong with you now, Potter?”

“Leave me alone!” Was the answering yell, as the boy tightened the covers around his body.

For the second time, in less than ten minutes, Malfoy couldn’t believe his ears. “Leave *you* alone?!” He gestured wildly at various spots in his massive bedroom. “You’re in my fucking room!”

“I don’t’ care!” Harry shot back with just as much indignation. “Just..just don’t touch me!” Forget the fact that it was *he* who was *touching* Draco. It didn’t matter. He was embarrassed and shamed. Oh so shamed… and scared.

“Believe you me, Potter…” Malfoy drawled in a disgusted fashion. “I will never make that mistake again.” In the blonds’ opinion, Harry Potter was an ungrateful son of a bitch! Here he was bruised, beaten, bloodied and probably *broken,* and all because he was trying to *help* the other boy. And what did he get for selfless actions?

He got pushed off the bed, then told to fuck off.

The ingrate.

Malfoy mentally reaffirmed his earlier inner thoughts and decided that the only reason Potter forgave him, was to set him up later. Get him off guard. So he could push him off the bed.

Harry watched the other boy snarl and roll his silver-slit eyes at him. He wanted to say sorry and that he hadn’t meant to push him off of the bed. He wanted to explain that he just needed his *space.* And that whatever the pink-haired girl did to him, really shook him up and reopened the emotional wounds, and fears, of being raped by his Godfather.

But he couldn’t

And he wouldn’t.

He didn’t want Draco to know what happened to him. He didn’t want anyone to know!

So he just sat there, staring up at his irate ‘angel,’ with his heart beating a mile a minute, and his face red in embarrassment, and his emerald eyes wet with unshed tears and alight with a hidden fear.

A fear of getting raped again.

Draco wasn’t a mind reader, but he could tell by the way Potter kept trying to hide every inch of his exposed skin what was going through the boy’s head. So instead of retaliating for this latest transgression, Draco flapped his wings and turned his back toward the other boy.

Draco Diabolis Malfoy might have been born a demon, and his name might mean all sorts of horrible things, but there was *some* honor in him. And the young prince found no satisfaction in this type of harassment.

Moreover… it wasn’t like he wanted to look at Potter, anyway. In Draco’s opinion, Potter was all kinds of ugly.

And *that* was why he turned around!

It was definitely *not* because he wanted to alleviate the other boy’s tension and fear.

Of course it wasn’t.

Because he didn’t. He didn’t even care.

And those big ol sad eyes, which were looking at him, judging him, and pleading with a sad type of hope, yet still expecting the worst…..

Well…

They were NOT the reason Malfoy came down with a rare case of compassion.

No, of course not.

Draco just didn’t’ feel like being his characteristically mean self, right now.

So he told himself. So he would always believe.

Harry on the other hand didn’t notice Malfoy’s inner turmoil. He was too entranced by the Veela in motion. When the large wings seemed to first enclose around the long haired blond, then snap open silently, it completely caught Harry’s full attention. The aerial motion was so graceful, natural, and efficient. Draco didn’t even loose height in the motion. Instead, the fair-haired ‘angel’ made the action seem as inherent and as ordinary as breathing.

It was then when Harry fully understood …and *accepted* that Draco *wasn’t* human.

And he said so out loud.

Not even a second later, and with a sort of regal grace, Malfoy landed, softly, on one foot, then smoothly started walking –sauntering–toward one of his large armoires.

“Human?…” The Veelan Prince sneered, as he opened a door. “Don’t insult me.” No, Malfoy had never claimed to be human. Only Pureblood. And there was a BIG difference between the two. Ask any pureblood Slytherin.

“Being called human insults you?” Potter asked, dumbfounded. Of all the insults in the world, he never thought being human would be one of them.

With his back still turned, Draco ignored the question. Instead, he extended his hand and silently, and effortlessly, summoned something from his closet. “Why are you here?” He asked tersely, after he retrieved his desired object – it was a school robe– and turned to face the other boy.

“You put me here.” Harry answered absently. This was the first time he was able to get a really good look at Malfoy’s divine appearance, and skill. He could scarcely believe it! Malfoy was a magical creature. A *real* one! Although, it wasn’t like he didn’t already know… It’s just that… it didn’t register the first time he had seen it. Too many things were going on at the time. However, now….with Draco looking like one of those painted depictions, inside muggle churches…He couldn’t help but acknowledge the truth.

Harry wondered how many people *knew*! He wondered if Hagrid knew.

Draco sighed deeply, and mentally counted to ten. This was the normal reaction people had, once they *fully* realized that he wasn’t “human.” It irritated him to no end. And that irritant came in the fact that they would even think him a human, in the first place! Did they not have EYES!!! Might as well call him a *muggle* while they were at it! This internal aggravation was the reason why he never showed his true form, anymore.

Well… that and the fact that his parents told him that he wasn’t supposed to show it, at all!

No matter what!

Their reasoning revolved around some obscure wizarding law that prohibited magical creatures from obtaining a wand. They said that the young Veelan prince was on that fine line, and if it wasn’t for Lucius’s constant petitioning, the Malfoy name, and the influence of the High Mage, Draco would have been denied. Just like his Mother was.

But Draco wasn’t really concerned with that right now.

He was more concerned with *why* Harry Potter was in his room. When he asked the other boy what he was looking for, again, Harry answered with

“I already told you.” Then pulled more of the covers around himself.

“Oh for the love of Orcus, put this on, Potter!” Draco fumed, then started to ball up the robe. “Believe it or not, I have no desire to see your skinny arsed body! Hell, with the way this day is going, that pale chest of yours will probably blind me if I have the misfortune of seeing it again!” He was totally ignoring the fact that his own complexion would give milk a run for its money.

Harry ignored that fact too. He was just grateful for something to wear, other than the bedspread. He wasn’t looking forward to finding his way back to Slytherin, in only his boxers. No, not when the perpetrators who had attacked Neville were more-likely-than not, still in Hogwarts. Especially since those same bastards would feel that they had something to prove. Seeing how their pride was wounded, and crushed, because their noble House got their arses whipped by Slytherin, in the House War.

Malfoy was thinking along the same lines as Harry, but he would be loathed to admit it. Instead, he kept up his outward appearance of disdain and threw the bundled up robe toward the bed. Unfortunately, the soft, black silk ball parachuted open, making the robe flutter, in the air, like a feather and ripple like some type of beautiful black liquid.

It totally ruined the visual effect of his anger.

Harry stifled an amused chuckle at Draco’s ire and whispered a wandless summoning spell to retrieve the fluttering fabric.

It was only after Harry started dressing, did Draco turn back around and demand. “Why were you in *my* quarters?.... What were you looking for?” He wasn’t giving Potter privacy… no.. He just didn’t want to see that malnourished body again. Um…Yeah…

“I wasn’t looking for anything….” Was the honest answer, as he buttoned the ornately jeweled clasp. “Except a way to get out of the Trophy room… I was lost.”

“And you just happened to fall into my room?...” Malfoy drawled disbelievingly. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”

Harry looked up at the other boy and pressed his mouth into a fine line. He was tempted to comment with. “I don’t’ care what you believe, Malfoy.’ However, he kept that remark to himself, for he could tell that Draco was doing his best to be civil. Though, admittedly, Malfoy’s best was *seriously* lacking. “I got lost…” He repeated, absolutely.

“Why didn’t you just go back the way you came in?” The blond shot back skeptically. “Or was that too much like using common sense?”

Harry frown as he informed. “After you left me there, the halls started switching around. I’m not even sure how I ended up here. And yes, I *did* fall...” He added as an after thought. “I fell, through a wall.”

There was a pregnant silence, as Malfoy mentally assed his confession. While this was going on Harry ignored him, and tried to focus on something else. Anything else. It wasn’t that he cared what Draco thought. It was just that for some odd ball reason he...

Did.

Harry, eventually ended up absently assessing the robe Malfoy gave him. It was obviously expensive, for he had never felt silk this finely weaved, or this soft, in his life! Unfortunately, his assessments were interrupted when Draco finally repeated

“The *halls* started shifting?” It was almost as if he wanted conformation. And by the way he tilted his head to the side, it was almost like he was waiting to hear it.

But Harry ignored him and started on the two dozen or more black pearl buttons. Real honest-to-God pearls! In Potter’s humble opinion he wondered who, in their right mind, would use *real* pearls, for buttons? And on a school robe, no less!

“That only happens after someone goes down the portrait hall…” The Head Boy continued pragmatically. “Why on earth would you even be down there? I left you at least three passageways away?”

“I was looking for something.” Potter admitted at last.

“Ah… so now the truth comes forth.” Malfoy derided, with a superior arched brow. .He had an idea of what the other boy was looking for. As a budding Spelling Master, his fathers told him to be wary of this type of transgression; though he honestly didn’t expect it to happen so *soon*.

Instead of answering the snide remark, the raven-haired boy grit out. “Believe it or not, Malfoy, you don’t have anything of interest to me.”

Which was *almost* true; seeing how there *were* some neat looking things in those bookcases. And he still wanted to try on that wreath looking crown.

“Right…” Malfoy drawled incredulously then smoothly turned to face the other boy. “And Dumbledore and the rest of his inferno busybodies aren’t sitting in my living room, as we speak.”

Dismissing that vital piece of information as lies, Harry rolled his eyes. Dumbledore he might have believed, but anyone else would be teaching a class right now.

Draco narrowed his demonic eyes. Harry hadn’t reacted as expected.

Still ignoring Malfoy, the raven-haired boy turned his head to the left, then to the right as he searched for his wand. Unfortunately, he saw it on the opposite side of the rumpled bed. Not wanting to crawl over there to retrieve it, –just incase that horrible little girl returned– he summoned it, in a whisper. Harry then scooted toward the edge of the bed. The edge which was furthest away from where that pink-haired girl disappeared. He then and asked.

“Where are my shoes?”

Or shoe, seeing how one was eaten by that damn step! Nevertheless, Harry wanted *something*. He really *really* wanted to get out of here. He just hoped that Malfoy didn’t notice that his hands were trembling, or the slight wavering in his voice.

He didn’t.

Instead, Draco thought he was getting the brush off.

And the very thought of Potter brushing him off, again, after everything he had done, infuriated him.

Malfoy let out a frustrated growl and toed off his Veelan sandals. “Here!” He then quickly, and angrily, picked them up and threw them at Harry.

This time, the speed in which they traveled did NOT disappoint him.

No, it was the way Potter caught them, in an almost a bored fashion, with a seekers precision.

Malfoy’s wings bristled at the injustice of it all.

Again, Harry stifled an amused chuckle and accepted the footwear; even though he didn’t’ want to take them. Then again, he didn’t have much of a choice. It was either use the sandals or walk barefoot on the cold, damp, dungeon floors. The latter wasn’t very appealing.

The sandals were made out of a soft type of white leather and fashioned into a simple design. The front only consisted of a thong type strap and accompanied with a simple strap in the back, whose soul purpose was to keep his heel, and foot, securely in the shoe. It was a perfect type of footwear for a flying creature, who didn’t want to loose his shoes. In spite of the design, they looked very elegant and *very* expensive. Actually, they almost looked like something a girl would wear, for there was an intricate vine-like impression tooled into the leather straps. However, that didn’t stop Harry from putting them on.

“Thanks.”

Draco mumbled something in response that was, in *no way,* ‘a you’re welcome.’ It wasn’t even English. It was Veelan Vulgar.

Which was very *very* vulgar.

Harry ignored him as he put on the shoes. He was used to bending with the wind and it made no since to get upset over something he didn’t understand. More than that, he was grateful. The sandals were comfortable. Very comfortable. He mentally decided that he was going to keep them, whether Malfoy wanted them back or not.

It was only fair. Draco ruined his whole uniform!

And on that note, Harry decided to keep the robe too.

The raven-haired boy scooted off of the high sled bed and landed, on the hardwood floor, with a soft ‘click.’ Strangely enough, the clicking sound continued with every step he took. He was surprised that the sound came from the sandals because they had to be made out of the softest leather ever created. The soles too, for they gave and conformed with his feet. So when he lifted his foot, to inspect the bottom of *his* shoe, he was shocked to see *diamonds* inlaid into the sole.

“Only a Malfoy” Harry murmured and shook his head at the apparent ostentatious wealth. He glanced the Veela then quickly looked away Draco was looking at him narrowed silver-slit eyes and with the intensity of a thousand suns. The other boy almost looked as if he were trying to see…

Who the hell knew?

Harry certainly didn’t.

The raven-haired boy just hoped that Draco didn’t notice how uncomfortable he was. He already felt that he had shown enough weakness in front of Malfoy to last him a life time. Two life times!

“I wasn’t looking for anything…well of yours anyway.” Potter admitted, almost out of know where. He wasn’t sure if Draco was going to ask again, but he figured that he was, seeing how he was blocking the way out.

With a sliver, calculating and unwavering gaze, Malfoy asked. “Then what were you looking for?”

There was another uncomfortable silence.

“Pictures…” Harry finally admitted in a shameful whisper. “Of my family...” Still, he didn’t look at the other boy.

“Oh…”A very stupid response in Draco’s not so humble opinion. And he was embarrassed that he had said it. However, he was more embarrassed at the fact that he hadn’t already arrived at that obvious conclusion himself. He felt himself clever enough. “Did you find any?” The question was asked tenderly. Not with deliberate tenderness, mind you, but tender all the same.

Harry shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

Malfoy inwardly chided himself. Stupid stupid stupid! That was such a *stupid* question! Harry had *already* admitted that he didn’t know about his family, or his legacy, in the Trophy Room halls. Draco was certain that if his father had heard him, he would have been so disappointed. Hell, *he* was disappointed in himself! It made him want to scream, when he *mistakenly* asked dim-witted questions. But instead of acknowledging his mistake, because Malfoy’s never *verbally* acknowledged them, Draco assured cockily…

“Then we will have to remedy that, now won’t we?” Immediately after the words escaped him, Draco cursed himself and his mouth. AGAIN!! Idly, he wondered if he had, somehow, acquired brain damage after being slammed against the wall.

Harry’s head, and gaze, snapped toward the other boy. “You…you know about my family?”

“No” Draco replied honestly, for once. “But that has never stopped me before, now has it?” And the words just *wouldn’t* stop coming! Sometimes he hated his Malfoy bravado. Like now! It made him say things he didn’t mean. Trapped him in promises that he didn’t want to keep.

Oh… but he *would* keep this promise.

Even if it killed him.

The magical binds were already forming.

He could feel them.

Harry gave him a crooked smile and shook his head in a grateful gesture. “No… I guess it hasn’t.”

Potter was beginning to believe that it was hard for Malfoy to be nice. It seemed like the other boy couldn’t do it without being mean, as well. Almost as if he were tying to keep everything equally balanced.

Weird.

But Harry didn’t care. Because Malfoy had just promised to give him the one thing that had been denied to him, his entire life.

The truth.

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Hooray!! I finished this chapter. And it’s after Midnight. And I’m very tired, and I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow. (booo) But I finished this chapter!!!!! ^______________^

I know I promised you a long chapter filled with a lot of info…but then I realized after the pages of this reach 30

THIRTY!!!

And I was still no where near done.

I realized then that this was TOOOO long for *one* chapter. And it would take me way longer than June before I had it all finished. So I decided to break it up, a bit. Eleven pages for 24 is not too bad for a chapter, right?

The next chapter starts with everyone waiting for Harry to come out, a few discoveries, and the confrontation there after. I can’t wait. That part of the chapter is all messed up. I have serious work to do with it. So it might be out in June, sometime after POA comes out. Sorry.

I know Harry kind of let Draco off easy, even though he was being an ass. I think he’s starting to understand the boy better. Also, he’s more *mature* than Draco. You’ll see. Remember the vision. It’s Harry who is going to keep the little dragon in check. ^___~ And my mother said the strongest person in the world, is not someone who is quick to wage war, but the peace maker. To me, Harry is the peace maker.

But don’t get him mad.

Yes, Harry is *very* powerful. He starts learning how special he is after he finds out more about his families past. The Gryffindor’s are very powerful, but it’s his Potter’s blood that you *really* don’t want to mess with. You’ll see. ^_~

Oh yes Narcissa does have her own wand. It’s just not legal. ^_~ I’ll explain more about wands too. Much later though.

Oh the “promise” bond thing.. well.. I was thinking, since words are such powerful things for wizards, and a promise is something that even binds *us*…I figured that it would bind a wizard even more so. I’ll explain more next chapter ^_~ Promise.

I hope I didn’t let you down after the long wait. (sheepish grin) I am sorry for the delay. And I thank all of you soooooo much for everything. Your words truly mean the world. Thank you. You have no idea how much they have meant to me after everything that has been going on . Thank you. I can’t even say it enough. Thank you.

Love,
Babychan