Draco\'s Insignia

Draco’s Insignia~ Part three

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Dedicated to: Brandis, just because she wanted me to, and because she helped with some of the plot. ^_^

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta reader Brandy for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, and lemon. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. ^_^ You want a real plot, read my fic Protégé and its sequels.

Pairings: Draco/Harry

Rating: You know.

Year: End of 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book. (It’s almost done! Yay!)

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In a huff, Harry shoved Draco into their bedroom. He slammed the door and then leaned back against it, crossing his arms. Draco looked back at him with a smuggish smirk.

“If I knew you wanted it that bad, Potter. . .” Draco fluttered his eyelashes.

“Just what the hell did you think you were doing?”

“Giving them what they deserved.” When Draco saw the stern look on Harry’s face, he tried to redeem himself as best he could, or as best as any Malfoy could. “Come on! Don’t tell me you haven’t been itching to do something like that for years!”

The corner of Harry’s lip twitched. “Well, maybe. But I’m going to be in so much trouble with them now.”

“Oh, what’re they going to do? They won’t touch you as long as I’m here. Besides, didn’t you think it was funny? I know you did!”

Harry began to smile, but then he caught himself and went back to being serious. “Malfoy, I mean it. Don’t do it again.”

“Hmph!” Draco tossed his head back in a slightly conceited way. “Just because you’re supposed to be my keeper, doesn’t mean you need to act like one.”

Harry was not amused.

“I am not amused.”

“Ok, look, I’ll make you a deal.” Draco said with his normal look, “You loosen your leash on me, and I’ll buy you dinner tonight.”

Harry snickered. “With what money? You’d have to have Muggle money to buy anything around here.”

“How much you got?” Draco started to dig through his pockets, “I’ll exchange some wizard money with you for Muggle money. . .”

“I don’t have any Muggle money, Malfoy.”

“What about your aunt and uncle?”

“What would they do with wizard money? Besides, they’d flip their lids from the mere mention of the word Wizard.”

“Fine. Um. . .” Draco plopped down onto the edge of the bed and began to think.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Harry couldn’t resist saying.

“Very funny, Potter.” Minutes go by and then Draco snapped his fingers, “Weasley! I remember something about Arthur Weasley liking Muggle things. Do you think he’d have some to exchange?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never asked him.”

“Then do it, Potter! Owl him!”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I sent Hedwig out already.”

“Bugger!” Draco crossed his arms in a huff.

Before either of them could say anything, a very tiny owl came fluttering through the open window (which Harry had opened recently before they went downstairs for lunch). It immediately began to fly around the ceiling fixture in a hooting fury.

Draco was watching it with partial amusement and partial annoyance.

“What the HELL is that??” The blond pointed.

Harry sighed, “That is Pig, Ron’s owl.”

“Pig?” Draco raised a brow.

“Pigwidgeon is the owl’s full name. We just call him Pig for short.”

“Looks like a gray tennis ball with wings to me.”

Harry laughed, “I think so too.” He proceeded to try catching it, but it was flying around too fast. “Stop showing off already and give me my letter! Come on, Pig!” Draco was laughing with maddening glee at the mere sight of Harry Potter jumping around like a kangaroo.

‘And he’s supposed to be the better Seeker!’

Finally, the minute owl decided to do its job and it landed on Harry’s head, hooting happily.

“Nice addition there, Potter.” Draco guffawed.

“Oh, sod off.” Harry said with a small grin. He reached up and plucked the little owl off of his head. He untied the letter from around its tiny leg and once it was off, it shot up into the air again and started to do zigzags.

“What in the world do they feed it, Exploding Snap?”

Harry coughed down a laugh and started to read the letter out loud.

Hey, Harry!

How’s your summer going so far? Are those Muggles treating you well? I hope so, otherwise I’ll have to kidnap you and make you stay with me for the remainder of the summer.

I couldn’t wait to tell you the wonderful news. My dad got me a Muggle telephone for my birthday! Isn’t that great? Now we can phone each other. Not only will we be able to learn how to use a Muggle device, but also it’ll give the owls a rest. We won’t have to worry about our owls being intercepted either.

I am enclosing my TELEPHONE NUMBER and then we can talk to each other! Don’t worry, I won’t yell in the phone like last time. Hermione told me that I can talk perfectly normal and that you’d be able to hear me. I can’t wait! I’ll be waiting by the PHONE!

Ron

Harry snickered, looked the phone number over, hoping that Ron wrote it down right, and then stuffed the letter into his pocket.

“Let’s call Ron and have him ask his dad. He’s anxiously waiting for me to call him.”

Draco shook his head, “He sounds like he’s your boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whatever he considers himself.”

“Ron and I are not like that.” Harry leered. “We’re just good friends.”

“Right. Friends. Uh huh.”

“If my ears aren’t deceiving me, I’d say you sound jealous.”

Draco chuckled under his breath, “I don’t think so. Why would I ever be jealous of that weasel?”

Harry shot him a glare, “Draco. . .”

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Yes, Harry?”

“Stuff it.” Harry opened the bedroom door and started to saunter out.

“Oi, wait for me.” Draco trotted out after him. “I want to make sure that you don’t say anything bad about me.”

Harry sighed, shaking his head.

~**~

When Harry and Draco came downstairs, Dudley was sitting on the sofa watching television and eating pudding out of the pan itself. Harry heard Draco make a snorting noise when they passed by. After he made the noise, Dudley looked up and his eyes immediately fell on Draco. Dudley’s expression changed very quickly from television zombie to fascination.

Draco was trying his hardest to ignore Harry’s cousin as he continued to follow the other wizard into the dining room, where the phone was.

Harry produced the folded up parchment from his pocket, took the receiver off of its cradle, and then started to press buttons. Draco was watching with some interest and studying the way Harry was holding the long piece in his hand, putting one end to his ear and the other to his mouth. Of course, it all made sense now that he thought about it.

Suddenly, Draco got a real grinchy idea.

Someone from the other end of the phone answered and said, “H-Hello?”

Harry smiled, glad to finally hear the sound of Mrs. Weasley after so long. “Hey, Mrs. Weasley. It’s Harry. Is Ron there?”

“Harry! Yes, Ron’s here. He’s been waiting and waiting patiently for you to ring him. He stayed by the phone so long that it was starting to irritate me so I told him to go and do something more constructive with himself instead of sitting around by the phone. And when you’d call I’d let him know.”

anksanks, Mrs. Weasley.”

“No problem, Harry. RON!” Harry had to pull the earpiece away from him when she bellowed for his best friend.

“Is she getting Weasley yet?” Draco asked impatiently.

“Yes, she just hollered for him. Why?”

“Here, give it to me.” Draco reached for the phone.

“What? No!”

“Come on, Harry! I want to have some fun! Give it to me!”

“No!”

“What’s all the ruckus?” Vernon asked waddling into the dining room.

Harry turned to say, “Nothing, Uncle Vernon, we were just. . .” and it gave Draco an opportunity to snatch the receiver out of his hands. “Hey!” Harry turned back to glare at the annoying roommate.

Draco was grinning from ear to ear, waiting for the redhead on the other end to talk. Finally, he heard someone pick it up and start babbling.

“Ohmygod, Harry, I have been waitingandwaitingandwaiting. . . thanksforcalling. . . I never thought that you’d be able to call me. . . am I loud enough? Can you hear me at all? Hello??”

Draco’s wicked grin got wider, if that was at all possible. And Harry knew that he was getting a strange kick out of this. He wanted to wrench the phone out of Malfoy’s hands, but Vernon was still staring at them with his beady, intense eyes.

“Hello, Weasel.” Draco said in his most fervent voice.

“M-M-MALFOY?? HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS NUMBER??” Now it was Draco’s turn to pull the receiver away from his ear, but he was snickering as he did so.

“I thought you weren’t going to yell in the phone.” Draco said once Ron finished screaming.

“You didn’t answer my question! Where’s Harry? I thought he called? What did you do to him??”

“Calm down, Weasel, he’s right here and he’s fine. I just thought it would be funny to hear your reaction if I answered.”

“It’s not funny, Malfoy! I wanted Harry to share my first experience on this Muggle device, not YOU! So let me speak to Harry!”

“No. *I* want to talk to you.” Draco sounded like he was one of those people that you call to have phone sex with.

“Malfoy, I’m warning you! Let me speak to him, right now!”

“No.”

“Right now, Malfoy!”

“No.”

“I’ll hang up.”

“So hang up, I’m not stopping you from *hanging*.” Draco snickered.

“I mean it, Malfoy!! Let me talk to Harry or I’ll scream in your ear!”

Harry had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring dangerously at Draco during most of the time. He knew that Draco was pestering poor Ron, and he was trying his hardest to be patient and wait for Malfoy to get tired of the charade, but he was still having fun annoying his redheaded friend.

Relieved that Vernon walked off, Harry decided to try getting the phone back. “Malfoy,” He sneered, “Give me the phone right now, or I’m hexing your balls off.”

There was a small squeak at the dinner table. They didn’t know it, but Dudley had followed them curiously. He was also eyeing Draco the entire time.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you talk to your precious Weasel.” Then in the phone, Draco made some kissy noises, “Bye big boy.”

As he handed the phone back over to Harry, they both heard Ron shout, “STUPID GIT!”

“Ron?”

“Harry! Oh, thank goodness! I’m so glad that you called! It was you that called right? My mother didn’t mistaken Malfoy for you did she? And speaking of which, why the hell is he there? What’s going on?”

“Whoa, slow down, Ron. I’ll tell you everything in a minute. And yes, that was me that called, it’s just that Drac—er—Malfoy stole the phone from me when your mother yelled for you.”

“And you didn’t punch him in the nose?”

“My uncle was standing over me at the time. When he finally left, I threatened Malfoy to giving the phone back to me. Anyways, um, there is something that we—er, I mean, I’ve been wanting to ask.”

“Yeah?”

“Does your father have any Muggle money to exchange for wizard money?”

“Why would you want Muggle money?”

“Er. . . well. . . to eat out?”

“With Malfoy??” Ron gasped.

“Ok, it’s a long story, but um. . . basically he’s under my supervision and stuff, and after an argument which involved him and the Dursley’s, he offered to buy me dinner to make it up to me.”

It was quiet on the other end for a few seconds. “Ron?”

“He asked you out??” Ron huffed.

“He said that he’d buy me dinner, not take me out.”

“Same thing!”

“No it’s not, Ron. He’s just treating me to some good food, that’s all. He can’t very well use Galleons, Sickles, or Knuts, now can he?”

“No, of course not. But still—he asked you out!”

“Ron, it’s no big deal. Please, just ask your dad for me, will you?”

“Okay, okay. But you still need to fill me in on the details.”

“I will.”

It didn’t take long, and Harry had told Ron everything that happened from the very beginning when Draco arrived at his front door.

“I don’t know, Harry. It all sounds so suspicious.”

“Well, I can’t really complain much. Malfoy has been only a slight pain, and the Dursley’s are so scared of him that they completely forgot about mistreating me. Anyways, could you ask your dad now? I think I’ve just abused my phone privileges for a week.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll ask. Only because I’m doing it for you.” Ron had put the phone down to go ask Arthur. Harry leaned up against the wall next to Draco, and then his eyes wandered around as he waited. He finally noticed Dudley sitting at the table, doing nothing but staring at Draco. He tried to hide the amused look on his face, but Draco caught it and turned to see what Harry was looking at.

Draco’s eyes met Dudley’s, and then those gray eyes darkened. Dudley meeped and then stood up quickly to leave, but in his haste, he tripped over the leg of his chair and fell flat on his face. Draco couldn’t hold it in and he howled in laughter. Harry began to laugh too, but then stopped when Vernon came thundering into the room and saw the state that Dudley was in.

“What happened, Dudley? What did those big bad freaks do to you?” he said, kneeling down to help his son up.

Dudley was the same age as Harry (sixteen), but he still used tears to get what he wanted. “He was about to curse me!” Dudley pointed a shaky finger at Draco, “He was looking at me and. . .”

“Oh shut up!” Draco shouted. “You’re the one that sat there and stared at me the entire time I came downstairs! Don’t you even try saying that I cursed you! If I did, I’d do something worse than make you fall on your fat face!”

Vernon turned a fierce look on Draco and growled. “Don’t you dare talk to my son like that! He didn’t do any harm!” He started to help Dudley up from the floor, “Come on, son, come watch some telly. I think your favorite program is on.”

Harry whispered to Draco, “Probably Teletubbies.”

Draco didn’t know what Teletubbies were, but it sounded childish. So he snickered and then said, “What’s Teletubbies?”

“Preschool program.”

Draco started to laugh even harder, getting Harry to join in. Vernon looked over, was about to say something but then decided not to and helped Dudley into the living room.

“Harry?” It was Ron on the phone. “What’s so funny? Whe yoe you laughing?”

“Oh, god, um. . . I’ll tell you later. So what did Mr. Weasley say?”

“Well, it took a while for him to believe that Lucius Malfoy’s son was over at your place and was willing to buy you dinner, but he finally said that it was cool and stuff. So when are you going to come over and make the exchange? I don’t think that my mum wants us to use Floo Powder to your place again, because of what happened last time. Is there a way you could Floo here from some other place?”

“Maybe. Tell your dad thanks for me. Um. . . maif jif just you and your dad Floo here? Maybe they won’t care now. They’ve been tiptoeing around me ever since Draco, er. . . Malfoy showed up. I think they’re afraid that he’ll hex them something awful, even though I am his keeper.”

It was silent for a while and then Ron finally said, “Blimey, Harry, are you *bonding* with Malfoy??”

Harry laughed nervously, “Bonding? Honestly, Ron, you’re such a card! We’re merely trying to get along as best we can while he’s here, because we have no choice but to. . .”

“You’re bonding! You are!” Harry wasn’t sure if Ron was appalled by it, or strangely amused.

“Bonding?” Draco looked over at Harry in amusement, arms crossed. “What’s this all about then?”

“Ron thinks we’re bonding.” Harry shook his head, tutting.

“Us wizards have to stick together,” Draco said into the talking piece of the phone, not caring that it’s still very close to Harry’s mouth. “Especially when we’re in the Muggle zone.”

“We are outnumbered a bit, but my aunt hasn’t been too much trouble.” Harry said, trying to ignore how close Draco was to his face now.

“You have two phones there, Harry?”

“No, why?”

“How come I could hear you and Malfoy suddenly?”

Harry stammered. “W-w-well, he talked into the mouth piece of the phone. . .”

“While you were still using it?” Ron sounded a bit appalled.

“Y-yes.”

Silence again, and then. . .

“Just *how* close have you gotten with him exactly??”

“Ron, please, that’s not important right now. Just. . . just have your dad ready for us, er, hook up the fireplaces and um. . . we’ll Floo to your place.”

“You have Floo Powder?” Ron asked, still sounding slightly revolted.

“I don’t, but I think Dra—uh, Malfoy does.”

Ron sighed, “Alright, Harry. I’ll ask my dad. Oh, and Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell that piece of Slytherin scum that if he even *thinks* of taking you away from me, I will personally make his life a living hell.”

Harry snickered, “Don’t worry, Ron! He’s not going to steal me from you and turn me evil or anything.”

Draco heard this and scoffed.

“He better not. You’re my best friend.”

“I know. You’re my best friend too, Ron.”

Draco made a choking noise as he stuck his finger in his mouth.

Harry glared over at Malfoy as he spoke to Ron, “Talk to you later, huh? I have some bigheaded butt to kick.”

Ron chuckled, “Ok. Don’t have too much fun. Bye!”

“Bye, Ron.” Harry hung up, and then he turned a serious glare at Draco. “You are really asking for it, Malfoy.”

“You going to kick my butt now?”aco aco said, batting his lashes.

“Maybe worse.” Harry’s fist balled up as he considered hitting him or not.

“Come now, Potter. Surely you wish to use my Floo Powder?”

Harry grit his teeth. “Yes, I do.”

“It would be such a shame that I would happen to forget where I stashed it if I was mortally wounded.”

“You’re really asking for it now, Malfoy.”

“You want me to take you out to eat or not? Because we could stay here and eat your aunts wonderful homecooked meals, if you like.” Draco smirked.

“Fine!” Harry gave in, not wanting another incident to happen like at lunch, “I’m letting you by this time. But if you ever pull that kind of crap on my friends again. . . I’ll. . . I’ll. . .”

“Spank me?” Draco grinned.

“You wish.”

~**~

Surprisingly, Mr. Weasley okayed the idea for Harry and Draco to Floo to the Burrow. He hooked the two fireplaces together and then had Ron call them up on the phone again.

“Ok, Harry, you can Floo to our place now.”

“Good. We’ll see you in a bit.” Harry said his goodbyes to Ron, hung up the phone, and then walked out to the living room. Draco was standing there by the fireplace with a small sack filled with Floo Powder. Harry noticed that his cousin was no longer sitting on the couch and he silently wondered if Draco scared him off again.

“Are we ready to Floo now?” Draco asked almost impatently.

“What’s your hurry?” Harry asked.

“I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Just the thought of knowing that I’ll be at the Weasley’s is making my skin crawl.”

Harry shot Draco a heated glare. “I guess you’re going to have to get used to it.”

“I guess I am.” Draco said, returning the glare.

“Come on, let’s go.”

They Floo’d easily. Draco watched as Harry used the Floo, and then stepped into the emerald flames. Harry shouted, “The Burrow!” and then he was gone. Draco took a handful of the Floo, flung it into the fire, and then stepped in. “The Burrow.” Draco drawled, and then he disappeared.

Around the corner, Dudley watched with sad eyes.

~TBC~

quick note: I really hope that you lovely peeps aren’t mad that I gave the Weasley’s a telephone. I had this planned out for part 4, but decided to have it in part 3 instead. (works better that way) and also, like my friend/beta reader said “You can have the Weasley’s get a phone line if you want. It’s your story.”

Yeah, I was worried about writing it, but now I don’t care. I think it turned out
better than I had hoped. Cheers to all who still like my story! *toasts*

Special Note from Brandy: This is a great story and I hope that everyone is enjoying it as much as I am!! I just wanted to say that Luna is a great writer *huggles Luna* and I enjoy her stories a lot! Now she can delete this if she wants to, I’ve said my peace!!